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Uncombed hair, smiling lips and drunkenness
Clothing bared, singing lips and glass in hand;
With mischievous eyes my Beloved gives the teaching,
sitting beside me at midnight.

With sadness of voice my Beloved says to me:
"You seek sleep, my Lover? Shame on you!
To drink at midnight takes great discipline,
or in Love's eyes you will be a sinner!"

O arrogant Priests! Drinkers are not the evil ones,
their place was Written since the beginning of time!

Whatever Allah has poured into our cup is ours,
Do not claim "this is from heaven, but that is from hell!"

My Beloved's beauty and the wineglass
Have taken away all of Hafiz's false guilt
in an instant.

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