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In the Flowering season, I never avoid wine.
Don't make mistakes because you want to claim to be wise.

Let the lute player make our time more comfortable,
I have put my wisdom and piety at risk.

I'm fed up of school and its complications.
I'll complicate myself with wine and women instead!

Serve wine! The world has never been loyal.
Let us tell sad tales of bygone kings.

My records are black; but on judgment day,
Allah's grace may wash away more blackness still.

Where is the morning breeze? I wish to tell my Friend
the story of my separation.

Hafiz, this life was given to you by the Friend,
Surrender, when you meet Him, in the end.

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