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Whate'er thou doest, never grieve thy brother, Nor kindle fumes of wrath his peace to smother; Dost thou desire to taste eternal bliss, Vex thine own heart, but never vex another!

O Thou! to please whose love and wrath as well, Allah created heaven and likewise hell; Thou hast thy court in heaven, and I have naught, Why not admit me in thy courts to dwell?

So many cups of wine will I consume, Its bouquet shall exhale from out my tomb, And every one that passes by shall halt, And reel and stagger with that mighty fume.