IV125

Free yourself from grief, hear my words.
Give up your fantasy, you are paying for it in blood.

You are shaped like clay by the skilled potter.
So you had best try to fill your clay jug with wine.

If you are dreaming about the beauties of paradise,
you will forget the beauties of the Earth.

You can't vainly call yourself a great man,
unless you actually have the means to be great.

Queen of Beauty! I will reward you well!
If you will look kindly on lonely Hafiz!

Hafiz, if you trust your destiny to Grace,
Good fortune will cling to you.

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