He Who Has One Enemy Shall Meet

The Wine-cup Is The Little Silver Well, Where Truth, If Truth There Be, Doth Dwell.

So I Be Written In The Book Of Love. I Do Not Care About That Book Above. Erase My Name, Or Write It As You Will. So I Be Written In The Book Of Love.

Why Ponder Thus The Future To Foresee, And Jade Thy Brain To Vain Perplexity? Cast Off Thy Care, Leave Allah’s Plans To Him – He Formed Them All Without Consulting Thee.

So When That Angel Of The Darker Drink, At Last Shall Find You By The River-brink, And, Offering His Cup, Invite Your Soul Forth To Your Lips To Quaff-you Shall Not Shrink.

Oh! My Beloved! Fill The Cup, That Clears To-day Of Past Regrets And Future Fears.