Drunken am I with very love and awe;
⁠'Twas ever thus with veritable seers—
Too drunk with joy to tell us what they saw.

In my left hand I hold the Koran tight,
And grasp the wine-cup firmly in my right—
⁠Thus do I stand beneath the eye of heaven,
Not quite a saint, nor yet a sinner quite.

I break one law, another law to keep;
The laws of death and hate I scorn to keep,
⁠The law of Love that is the law of Life—
That is the only law I dare to keep.

Sanction, O God, some little pleasant thing,
Nor set our every joy with snare and sting;
⁠I would not break Thy law,—yet must I still
Unto my innocent transgressions cling.