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Zephyr, reach my charming gazelle and say:
because of you I've wandered through hill and desert,
look kindly on my excitement and awe,
favour me with your sweet divine lips!

You're so proud of your roselike charm,
that you will never think to ask of your nightingale.
Wise birds cannot be caught by tricks or cunning,
only by gentle good-tempered Love.

Anyone who harps on their beauty and charm
Hides a lack of loyalty, friendship, true devotion.
When you enjoy drinks with your caring friends,
Remember my love, consider my true feeling.

There's no loyalty found in mere appearances.
But Hafiz, your sweet sincere songs
can move the Angels themselves.

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