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Do you seek real riches? "Only to help the Friend".
Will you beg from God or King? "I'd rather beg from God..."

It isn't hard to suffer agony or death,
But being apart from the Friend is incomprehensible.

I live in the garden, with my heart tight like a bud,
I pretended chastity, but now I must tear off the cloak of lies.

I learn Love's secrets from a nightingale,
I give my Love like a breeze to a flower.

First of all, get a kiss from the Beloved;
Otherwise you'll end up regretting everything else.

Cheer up! Remember that if you'd missed this path,
you would never have had another chance.

Hafiz has been kept from the King's happiness.
O Lord! May the King never forget the Sufi.

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