“How dare you question if I fast? Or come between my God and me? How claim no lust for what's forbidden, Then veils wrap round the face that's free? My vice is wine or rakı. I drink! So what? It does no harm to you. We'll face the hair-thin bride together; Blind drunk, I'll pass, if I be true.” PoetryFaithTurkTurkicRakı Author:Neyzen Tevfik