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Allah be praised, the tavern door is still open!
And I can visit it whenever I need to.

Inside we drink barrels-full of wine,
Wine is the Truth, that kills all lies.

The "beloved" you see is a being full of vanity and intrigue,
But in me you'll find simplicity and sincerity.

I can tell my Beloved the secrets
that I would never dare to tell anyone else.

Since I gazed in the beloved's face,
I can find no greater bliss or happiness.

The beloved is Mecca,
and whoever turns to the Beloved and sees,
will fall to their knees in awe.

Hafiz is a brief candle, he will soon be gone,
but even after he is out, his Love will still consume
and give warmth.

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