THE COQUETTISH IDOL

THE COQUETTISH IDOL

I sometimes pass by your abode knave-like,

Hoping to glance at you out of my eyes corner.

If the piety rosary and hypocrisy rug-prayer,

Are not worthy, I shall give my wealth for the wine

From now on I won’t attend the school,

Unless in search for a coquettish idol.

Through the mosque’s area I won’t pass unless,

I make my way to the wine-seller’s abode.

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