That beautiful Shirazi Turk, took control and my heart stole,
I"ll give Samarkand & Bukhara, for her Hindu beauty mole

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O wine-bearer bring me wine, such wine not found in Heavens
By running brooks,  in flowery fields, spend your days and stroll

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Alas, these sweet gypsy clowns, these agitators of our town
Took the patience of my heart, like looting Turks take their toll

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Such unfinished love as ours, the Beloved has no need,
For the Perfect Beauty, frills and adornments play no role

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I came to know Joseph"s goodness, that daily would increase
Even the chaste Mistress succumbed to the love she would extol

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Whether profane or even cursed, I"ll reply only in praise
Sweetness of tongue and the lips, even bitterness would enthrall

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Heed the advice of the wise, make your most endeared goal,
The fortunate blessed youth, listen to the old wise soul

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Tell tales of song and wine, seek not secrets of the world,
None has found and no-one will, knowledge leaves this riddle whole

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You composed poems and sang, Hafiz, you spent your days well
Venus wedded to your songs, in the firmaments" inverted bowl

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