“Whichever way shall I go? To the wine-tavern or the mosque?
Both are off-limits to poor me.
They do not let me into the mosque, saying, “He’s a knave,”
Nor in the tavern, saying, “He’s too green.”
Between the mosque and the tavern, there is a path.
Find out, O dear ones, which path you are on now.
In the tavern, the Imam is passed-out drunk.
I do not know what to call that idol.
Today, my Mecca is the tavern.
My drinking companion is the Judge, and my cupbearer, the Imam.
Go, ‘Attar, for [only] He knows, who is the leader, and who is bewildered.”