Curve & Pot, the Simple Friendship

The corner of the tavern is my altar, where I pray

At dawn, the mantra of the Old Magi, I say.

Fear not if the harp plays not at sun's morning ascent

My morning cry of repentance is the music I play.

Thank God, free from beggars and kings, away, I stay;

Homage, to the beggar at the door of the Beloved, I pay.

For Thee, in the mosque and the tavern, my time, I spent;

By God, from this intent, I never ran nor walked astray.

Only, Angel of Death's blade can uproot my tent

Running from love and grace has never been my way

. From the time that I made my search for Thee my intent

I lean upon the throne on which the sun may lay.

Not your fault was the sins that were put into your clay

Nonetheless accept them, Hafez, and good taste display.

- Hafez