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Come now, don't depend on the house of chance,
Serve wine to all you see, your life will soon be done.

I'm the slave of Him, under one sky,
who is entirely free of all attachment.

Last night I was in the tavern,
Drunk and making merry,
I heard the Djinn bring good news:

"Ambitious falcon,
don't think yourself grand for flying high,
Your nest is a home to sorrow and grief.
The minaret of heaven cries out:
"This material trap is too small to be worthy of you""

Remember my son; don't fret over sorrows,
over the passing concerns of what is and may come.

"enough with your moping!" says the inner voice,
"Find happiness in the moment,
for there is nothing else."

Don't chase after the future or cling to the present,
Too many have taken this false hag for their bride.

There's no percentage in wanting a rose to bloom forever,
The heartless nightingale's call lasts only an eve.

And do not envy Hafiz's poetry,
it is only borrowed from the Creator of all things!

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