The following poem presents in a very musical form the contrast between the way of piety and the state of Divine intoxication. The ‘Saqi’ referred to in the third verse is the one who serves the wine. For more about the mystic and poet Khwaja Shamsuddin Muhammed Hafiz of Shiraz, see this post.

Good deeds
And I, a sinner,
We’re far apart;
On different plains,
A different way,
               the way of the heart!

No common ground:
We drinkers here;
               you puritans there!
The sermon and
The song of the lute!
               How can the two compare?

It weighs upon my heart,
This lie of living
               in fake purity.
Where is the Saqi?
Where is the wine?
               They’re worlds apart!

What will my enemies
Gain by staring at my
               Beloved’s face so fair?
They are as dying lamps
And She the brightest Sun
               beyond compare!

The thought of the Beloved
Drove out the thought
               of days gone by.
Where did the vanity go?
Where is the anger gone?
               Where is my pride?

Do not expect
          from Hafiz
          A life of peacefulness,
                         repose.
          What is patience?
          What is peace?
                         Who knows?