Daniel Kalder in the Books Blog of The Guardian:
And what a poem! If the first two lines are startling:
I have become imprisoned, O beloved, by the mole on your lip!
I saw your ailing eyes and became ill through love.
Then what follows a few lines down is absolutely amazing:
Open the door of the tavern and let us go there day and night,
For I am sick and tired of the mosque and seminary.
The whole thing ends with a repudiation of Islam in favour of the “tavern's idol”.
Even allowing for the fact that the Ayatollah is utilising a poetic persona, the poem is remarkable: free thinking, even heretical.