The corner of the Tavern is my altar
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... Sign in to see full entry.