We are told that Allah has forbidden wine to the faithful
Yet when the Beloved’s own cupbearer brings me a full chalice,
Who am I to refuse?
We are told that Allah requires prayers five times a day.
Yet, if I am so enthralled in my ecstacy, beholding the Beloved in my heart
That I forget to bow toward Mecca, am I at fault?
We are told that we must keep only to our wives,
That any other dalliance is fornication and will lead to Hell.
But when the Beloved beckons me with that come-hither gaze,
Chastity is impossible.
I have tried to be a good Muslim. Really, I have.
But in my heart, I am much more interested
In being a good lover.
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