To utter to thee the state of my heart is my desire: To hear news of my heart is my desire.
Behold the crude desire-how the well-known tale To conceal from the watchers is my desire.
A night of power like this, precious and holy, To sleep with thee till day, is my desire.
Alas! the unique pearl so tender To pierce in the dark night, is my desire.
O breeze! to-night, give help: For, in the morning time, to blossom is my desire.
For exaltation’s sake, with the point of the eye-lash To sweep the dust of the Path is my desire.
In abhorrence of the claimants, like Hafez To utter profligate verse is my desire.
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