What I Am Looking For
Men who nothing know of love
For thy sake do me reprove
Let them scold, or silent be,
It is all the same to me.
"Shame on thee!" I hear them say,
" To put all reserve away,
While men gaze on thee in awe
As a zealot for the Law."
"What you charge", I say, "to me
Is indeed hypocrisy
Patent; and, if I may boast,
I hate hypocrites the most.
"And yet, when was loving banned?
Did Mohammed so command,
Or is man forbidden it
By the words of Holy Writ?
"O, since I have nothing wrought
Save what Faith declares I ought,
Nothing I should face with gloom
On the dreadful Day of Doom;
"Naught I care for others' blame
Who declare my love a shame;
Let them whisper, let them shout,
I can face their scandal out.
"Shall a man be judged, think you,
Save for what he willed to do,
Or have charged against his head
Words that he has never said?"