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Beloved, I think of you always!
Your sweet-smelling curls wake up my lonesome soul.

My love, I see your beauty even in your imperfections,
The only sin is to claim not to care about loving you.

The pucker of your lips transmits a secret truth:
Thousands of Lovers have fallen deep in this abyss.

Misfortune and and smallness have kept me from you,
I could not reach your embrace soon enough.

Tell the gatekeeper of the heart
to let in the honest Lover.

Hafiz does not bother often, nor will he leave your side.
Just answer him but once a year, that's all he asks.

My heart cherishes your Love and wise ways,
However often I have missed you.

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