Laden with my ignorant ties As...

Laden with my ignorant ties

Ashamed of the courageous and wise

May a hidden hand help me rise

Or else madness becomes my prize.

Of stars and fate ask of my eyes

That watch the havens until sunrise.

I kiss the cup that me apprise

Of the world’s turnings and its disguise.

Praise of wine-sellers’ reprise

Praise of God’s bounty, why despise.

Grateful for my power and size

Unable to deal in deceit and lies.

Drunk like Hafiz, till my demise,

Hopeful of that angel’s enterprise.