That one is not the beloved, who hath a hair and a waist: Be the slave of the form of that one who, ravishingness to the highest degree, hath.
Although the way of the angels is pleasant, yet That is loveliness and gracefulness that a certain one hath.
O laughing rose! discover the fountain of my eye, That, in hope of thee, a torrent of sweet water hath.
From thee, who taketh the ball of beauty, when the sun here Is not a horseman, that in his hand, a rein hath?
Heart-sitting became my speech since thou acceptedest it: Yes, yes; an impression, love’s speech hath.
In the craft of arrow-casting, the curve of thy eye-brow It taketh from every one who, a bow hath.
In love’s path, none with certainty became the confidant of the mystery: According to his understanding, every one an idea hath.
With the tavern-haunters, boast not of generosity: Every word, a time; every subtlety, a place hath.
The wise bird goeth not, song-singing, in its sward, Every spring in whose rear, an autumn hath.
To the claimant, say: “To Hafez, boast not thy jest and subtlety: “ A tongue and an explanation our reed also hath.
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