Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.
Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly-and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.
Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
A hair divides what is false and true.
The unbeliever knows his Koran best.