On the pulpit, preachers, good...

On the pulpit, preachers, goodness display

Yet in private, they have a different way.

I have a question to ask of the learned in our midst

Why Confession-Priests, their own repentance delay.

Perhaps they don't believe in Judgement Day

They deceive, and to appease God, they pray.

May these New Masters, God, find their stay

And from slaves and mules not turn away.

Church-beggar, go to the abode of the Magi

Drink the water that strength of heart convey.

His endless goodness, many lovers slay

Lovers from the void, rise up and play.

In Love's Tavern, the Angelic array,

Ferment our soul's grape, knead our clay.

Heavenly music at break of the day

As if Angels sing Hafiz's songs, and sway.