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May the tavern door open wide once again,
And the trickeries of hypocrisy be laid bare once more.

If the tavern is closed by orders of the Priests,
It will be opened again in the name of the Lord.

My heart, though a lover of liberty, is pure;
and I'm certain it can open closed doors with its prayers.

Lament for the virgins of the vine,
The wine-sellers have stolen their virtue.

At the death-bed of wine the harp cut its cords,
So that its opponents wouldn't learn of its worries.

O Lord! The tavern is closed, but please forbid
That the gate of the hypocrites remain open!

Hafiz! Many wear your cloak today,
who may tomorrow worship the false idols shamefully.

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