"What care I, love, for what the Sufis say? The Sufis are but drunk another way; So you be drunk, it matters not the means, So you be drunk—and glorify your clay. Drunken myself, and with a merry mind, An old man passed me, all in vine leaves twined; I said, “Old man, hast thou forgotten God?” “Go, drink yourself,” he said, “for God is kind.” “Did God set grapes a-growing, do you think, And at the same time make it sin to drink? Give thanks to HIM who foreordained it thus— Surely HE loves to hear the glasses clink!”"