The bright moon reflects your radiant face
Your snowcapped cheekbones supply water of grace

My heavy heart desires an audience with your face
Come forward or must return, your command I will embrace

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Nobody for good measures girded your fields
Such trades no one in their right mind would chase

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Our dormant fate will never awake, unless
You wash its face and shout brace, brace

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Send a bouquet of your face with morning breeze
Perhaps inhaling your scent, your fields we envision & trace

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May you live fulfilled and long, O wine-bearer of this feast
Though our cup was never filled from your jug or your vase

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My heart is reckless, please, let Beloved know
Beware my friend, my soul your soul replace

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O God, when will my fate and desires hand in hand
Bring me to my Beloved hair, in one place

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Step above the ground, when you decide to pass us by
On this path lie bloody, the martyrs of human race

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Hafiz says a prayer, listen, and say amen
May your sweet wine daily pour upon my lips and my face

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O breeze tell us about the inhabitants of city of Yazd
May the heads of unworthy roll as a ball in your polo race

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Though we are far from friends, kinship is near
We praise your goodness and majestic mace

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O Majesty, may we be touched by your grace
I kiss and touch the ground that is your base

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