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I fly like the warm wind to the home of the Friend,
My breath mingles with the sweet scent of the Beloved.

There's no life without the Friend, no wine or song.
I can't endure this waste of time any longer!

I would trade all my fame of being wise and spiritual
for the dust of the Beloved's path.

The candle of my life is lit by the Love of Allah.
I throw all of myself at Allah's gate.

I will consume myself in remembering the Beloved's eyes.
In this way I will fulfill my birthright.

O warm wind, I offer up my bleeding roselike heart
as ransom for the scent of the Friend.

Hafiz, hatred and falsehood steal peace from the heart.
I have chosen to play the part of a Lover of Freedom!

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