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Why should we only pray in church?
Only order wine when we’re with friends?
I’ve had it with this hypocrisy:
I’ll pray and drink whenever I choose.
The fountain of my spirit has run dry.
My grief no longer flows in tears.
My heart, which used to wail, is mute.
Even the nightingale is silent.
For seekers on the path, inspiration is
a guiding torch, a lusty light. Others don’t
see the slightest glimmer, they’re blind.
They don’t crave intensity, or court desire.
On Creation’s first day, we each received
a portion of fate, a share of fortune.
Why should anyone demand from destiny
more joy, less pain than others bear?
Makhfi: Many come to you for counsel;
you conceal their secrets. Why do you,
keeping silent for their sakes, tell the
secrets of your heart to everyone?
