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Hazrat Hafiz Shirazi.
Your black eyelashes
Have allured
Me away from faith
Come and collect
With your eyes
The thousand pains
Of your wounded one.
This world and
The next both
Adore the Cupbearer
My love it is
That helps me
Perceive my Maker/Sovereign.
Your sweet lips-
Your adoring ones
Your eyes intoxicated-
From the Wine
Of the Tavern
My misfortune such
I am not with
The one or
The other!
On the night
Of my death
I would go straight
From my bed
To the abode of
The Hooris
If your radiance
Would grace at
My Head side/Headboard/head?
To the Bulbul/Nightingale
Have I given
Greetings of the
Morn
Wake up!
O Cupbearer
Your nocturnal wine
Has raised
Uproar in
My head!
The world lacks
A mentor –
Farhad’s lament
Has entranced us
With Shireen
This turn of events
Is distressing us…
Hear the secrets
Of love
From me
Not from the
Preacher
As I keep company
Of Pleiades and the moon
With my Cup and Goblet/decanter.
My yearning lament
Has just slipped
In this line
Gone wrong are
All the words -
As Hafiz has
On us just
Pronounced -the
Last words!
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