In the snare of Thy tress, my heart entangled of itself is. Slay with a glance; for to it, punishment of itself is.
If from Thy hand issue our heart’s desire, Be at hand: for goodness in place of itself is.
O sweet idol! by Thy soul that like a candle, In dark nights my desire, effacement of myself is.
O nightingale! when thou expressedest opinion of love, to thee, I said: “Do not; for that rose, self-going, for the sake of itself is.”
The perfume of the rose is in no need of the musk of Chin and of Chigal: For, its pods of musk from the fastenings of the coat of itself is.
Go not to the house of the Lords void of liberality of the age; For the corner of ease in the dwelling of one’s self is.
Hafez consumed; and in the condition of love and of life staking, Yet, at the head of covenant and of fidelity of himself is.
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