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The full moon doesn't glow as brightly as your face,
A rose compared to you is just a withered shrub.

Your eyebrows are the refuge of my soul,
A King couldn't have a better altar than you.

Look! Vain Narcissus has taken notice of you,
And bared himself shamefully.

I will suffer, since the Beloved's heart is timid,
And won't bear to listen to the cries of my complaints.

If you cant find your way to the Beloved's gate,
Bathe your sleeves in the blood of your liver.

I'm not the only one taken hostage
by the Beloved's curls,
Many are held captive by the Beloved's dark hair.

If Hafiz shows devotion, do not complain.
One who has committed the sin of Love,
is guilty of nothing.

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