Two and seventy sects are fighting--

Two and seventy sects are fighting--
Let them! It may ease their ire!
Who Delusion’s Doors are lighting
May not ever find Truth’s fire.

For the true fire is not that one
Of the flickering candle’s breath;
Nay--the true fire is the Love-Sun
That the night-moth drives to death.

Hafiz, all the world confesses
None have so Thought’s veil up-thrown,
Since the Word Bride’s curly tresses
Poets learned to dress and comb.