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With a flood of tears, to sleep, I found my way
Thinking of you, in vain, I'd long and pray
To the vision of your brow I lost my cloak
I'd drink to the corner of the altar, old and gray.
Each thought that like a bird flies out as words
The strings of your hair would pluck and play.
Your face, like a vision, in my mind would form and
fade
I kiss the face of the moon from far away.
My eyes follow the wine-bearer, ears the harp
Perhaps my eyes and ears my fortune would say and
sway.
Till the morn, I paint the picture of your face
On the canvass of the eyes, while sleepless I lay.
With every song, the bearer would give me a cup
I'd sing a song, then drink without delay.
Happy was the time, Hafiz, and good fortune
In the name of long life and lovers every day.

Kajeh Shamsedin Mohammad Hafiz Shirazi

Submitted by: HMK