IV103

What good can I get from your Love,
aside from risking my heart and my wisdom?

Your Love exposed the works of my life to the wind,
Be sure I will not break my oath to you.

I'm only a speck, but I'm deep in Love,
Looking at your gaze, I've been transported to paradise.

Serve wine; as not even a moment of my life
was destined to be free of suffering.

O Censor, I tell you don't waste your breath,
if you are sober, I'm drunk today.

I'm full of shame before the Friend.
I can't serve him well, though its not my fault.

Hafiz is burnt up, and the Friend never promised
to right the wrongs against him in any way.

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