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Morning Wind, take me to the Friend
Where is that killer of lusts to be found?

Though it is a dark night,
we are on the path to refuge,
Divine light, take me to the meeting-place!

All who have entered this world will leave it.
If so, why take things so seriously in the tavern?

Look to my Beloved's curls and gaze,
if you want to know where my heart is kept.

The musicians, the serving maid, and the wine
are all ready for me.
But none of these are any good without the Beloved.
Where is the Beloved to be found?

Hafiz! Do not lament the autumn winds.
Be reasonable! There are no roses without thorns.

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