Ode LXXXVIII

The preacher of the town will find my language hard, maybe:

While bent upon deceit and fraud, no Mussulman is he.

Learn drinking and do gracious deeds; the merit is not great

If a mere brute shall taste not wine, and reach not man's estate.

Efficient is the Name Divine; be of good cheer, O heart!

The dív becomes not Solomon by guile and cunning's art.

The benisons of Heaven are won by purity alone:

Else would not pearl and coral spring from every clod and stone?