National Poetry Month (okay, not really, but I only need three poems to fill out the month)

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Quatrains by Mahsati. Translation by Deirdre Lashgari.

Better to live as a rogue and a bum,
a lover all treat as a joke,
to hang out with a crowd of comfortable drunks,
than crouch in a hypocrite's cloak.

Unless you can dance through a common bar
with a vagabond's step, you're not going to make it.
This is the road of the reckless who gamble their lives;
risk yours, or you're not going to make it.