غزل شمارهٔ 106
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In need of the physician’s care, thy body be not; Vexed by injury, thy tender existence be not!
The safety of all horizons is in thy safety. By any accident, sorrowful thy person be not!
The beauty of the outward and of the inward is from the prosperity of thy well-being: Outwardly anguished, inwardly afflicted, thou be not!
In this sward, when autumn entereth upon plundering, To the straight cypress of lofty stature, its path be not!
In that place where thy beauty beginneth splendor, The power of reproach of the ill-seer and of the ill-approver be not!
Every one, who, with the evil eye, beholdeth thy moon-like face, Save rue-casting on the fire of grief, his life be not.
From the sugar-scattering utterance, of Hafez seek recovery, So that need of the remedy of rose-water and of candy, thine be not.
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