I wish the priest good luck with his morning prayers,
I'll be as always, resting in a corner of the tavern.If music and Wine can't fill me then its no use anyways,
Only sighing will console me then, not prayers.I don't want either richness or poorness, Lord.
The only thing of value are those who love the Beloved.I seek Allah, whether he be found in mosque or Tavern.
By Allah, there is nothing else I seek.Until the sword of death cuts and breaks this vessel,
I will not turn away from the Gate of life.I bowed toward that Gate this morning,
and it raised me up to the Sun.Hafiz, you say that your imperfections were given to you.
Then as a gift, it is only polite to show them.
