For years I followed the drunk...

For years I followed the drunken trail

Until my wisdom put greed in jail.

From my ashes, like Phoenix I rose

With Solomon’s bird ended this tale.

Aid my wounded heart, infinite treasure

It is in your love, destitute, I wail.

Made a vow, never to kiss the cup again;

Fool’s advice has no option but to fail.

My own old habits all turned stale,

I got what I asked, His wind in my sail.

In my state, my own will was of no avail

I followed my guidance to the detail.

I seek eternal bliss in Paradise

Though I am a mere servant of the Grail.

The wisdom of my gray head will testify

To years of patience with life’s hailstorm and gale.

Like Hafiz, I gained all my good habits

From the commandments, holy books entail.

If I am Master of poetic verse and scale

Wonder not, for years I served the Master of the veil.