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I said, “I suffer because of you.” She said, “Your suffering will end.”
I said, “Become my moon.” She said, “If it comes to pass.”
I said, “From lovers learn the custom of loyalty.”
She said, “Among the moon-faced ones this is rarely found.”
I said, “I will barricade your image from the road of my sight.”
She said, “It is a thief, and will come a different way.”
I said, “The scent of your hair has led me astray in the world.”
She said, “If you understand, it can also be your guide.”
I said, “Happy is the wind that rises from the garden of beauty.”
She said, “Fresh is the breeze that comes from my alleyway.”
I said, “Thirst for your ruby libs killed us with hope.”
She said, “Serve it, for it comes to nourish its servants.”
I said, “When does your merciful heart intend a truce?”
She said, “Speak of this to no one until that time comes.”
I said, “Did you see how these joyful times ended?”
She said, “Be quiet, Hafiz. This grief will also end.”
From: The Green Sea of Heaven: Fifty ghazals from the Diwan of Hafiz. Translated by Elizabeth T. Gray, Jr. Ashland, Oregon: White Cloud Press, 2002. p. 111
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