“The Atheist” by Aleister Crowley

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Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad,

when rosy limbs and sweat entwine;

But rapture drowns the sense and self,

the wine the drawer of the wine,

 

And Him that planted first the grape-

o podex, in thy vault there dwells

A charm to make the member mad,

And shake the marrow of the spine.

 

O member, in thy stubborn strength

a power avails on podex-sense

To boil the blood in breast and brain;

shudder the nreves incarnadine!

 

From me thou drawest pearly drink –

and in its pourings both are drunk.

The Iman drives forth the drunken man

from out the marble prayer-shrine.

 

Blue Mushtari strove with red Mirrikh

which should be master of the night-

But where is Mushtari, where Mirrikh

when in the sky the sun doth shine?

 

Now El Qahar to Hazif gives

the worship unto poets due :

-But songs are nought and Music all;

what poet music may define?

 

Allah’s the atheist! he owns

no Allah. Sneer, thou dullard churl!

The Sufi worships not, but drinks,

being himself the all-divine.

 

Come, my Habib, the roses blush,

the waters gleam, the bulbul sings

-To pierce thy podex El Quahar’s

urgent and and imminent design!

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