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And of me say the fools:

I entered the lodges of women

And never left.

And they call for my hanging,

Because about the matters of my beloved

I, poetry, compose.

I never traded

Like others

In Hashish.

I never stole.

I never killed.

I, in broad day, have loved.

Have I sinned?

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And of me say the fools:

With my poetry

I violated the sky’s commands.

Said who

Love is

The honor-ravager of the sky?

The sky is my intimate.

It cries if I cry,

Laughs if I laugh

And its stars

Greatens their brilliance

If

One day I fall in love.

What so

If in the name of my belove