The heart took me and hid me from me
God let me play this game
I was alone in the night
His imagination gave him immense grace
Why do not I be so bloody
That with us, his narcissus, he turned over
I say that with this pain, I'm dead
The physician's intention was to die
It's like fuel because my candle is on me
Sparchy cried and burst forth
The time is right for the sabbard
The pain of my passion began to die
Between the compassionate beings
That's what our friend said and did
You did not share it with John Hafez
Which beamed its eyebrows
Poetry from Hafez
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And after you, my soul flooded with the thirst for love
Occasionally I am from two holes
Sometimes I look at the darkness of my nights
Sometimes in a grumpy grunge that is effortless
They are released from the cage and thank God for the end
And sometimes in my end, I did not end up, except loneliness