Ghazal 158

I and the denial of wine! What kind of story is this?

Presumably this much reason and competence I possess.

Until now I did not know the way to the tavern —

otherwise, how long can this modesty of ours last?

The ascetic and his pride and prayer — and I with my drunkenness and devotion —

let us see which of us finds favor with You.

If the ascetic does not find the way to the rend's path, he is excused —

love is a matter that depends on guidance.

I who for nights have struck the path of piety with drum and harp —

shall I now set my head upon the path? What kind of story is this!

I am a servant of the Old Magian, who rescued me from ignorance —

whatever our master does is pure grace.

Last night I could not sleep from this grief, for a companion said:

"If Hafez is drunk, there is reason for complaint."