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Hazrat Hafiz Shirazi.
My heart is free
Of the world
My eyes turned
Towards this moon
‘Tis better than
The humdrum
Of the worldly!
By God
I am proud/I envy
The vision in
My two eyes
Their pleasure
Of gazing at this
Countenance constantly…
Know not I
Where my heart is…
Where is my foreigner/?
An age has passed…
From no where
Do I have any
News of him!
On my last breath
Am I,
Unsatiated by
Your audience
Still-
There is no yearning
Or desire we have
Except this!
O Zephyr/morning breeze
Do not distract me
With the tangled locks
Of this Fairy
As a thousand
Lives Hafiz sacrifices
On a single hair
Of his head!
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