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The Priests won't like hearing this,
but if you're a hypocrite your faith has no recompense.

Lovers of freedom can be pious.
With true Love, a beast can be turned to a human.

Rocks and clay do not appreciate in value,
only true Jewels are worthy of praise.

O Heart! Allah's love pour blessings on thee,
Demons cannot be faithful, no matter how clever their appearances.

I search for Love, hoping that in the Divine
I will finally find the well that is not poisoned.

I ask Allah to give good humor most of all,
so that my heart may no longer be broken.

Hafiz, you're only an ambitious microbe,
wishing to claim the prestige of the Sun.

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