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My soul is consumed, but for nothing.
I've burned for no reason, all my hopes were in vain.

The Beloved said, with tears, "I will see you tonight".
But the Beloved has never brightened my sad days.

The Beloved ordered me to be a true lover of freedom.
I became Free, but did not see the Beloved yet.

While drunk I thought of the Beloved's lips.
I drink blood from the cup, but I miss the Beloved.

In the house of Love you need a smart guide,
Without a guide, we are doomed to fail.

Alas! Seeking the pleasure of the Beloved's company,
I've tried everything, but did not win this prize.

Hafiz, you've thought up so many plans,
But the wild heart of the Beloved pays them no mind!

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