by Hafez
To tell you now my poor heart's state
is what I long for
To hear the news that hearts relate
is what I long for
Look how naive I am! To keep from rivals' ears
A tale the winds disseminate
is what I long for
To sleep a sweet and noble night with you, to sleep
Till morning and to rise up late
is what I long for
And in the darkness of the night, to pierce the pearl
That is so fine and delicate
is what I long for
O morning breeze, abet me now, tonight, because
To blossom as dawn lies in wait
is what I long for
To use the lashes of my eyes, for honor's sake,
To sweep the dust before your gate
is what I long for
Like Hafez, in contempt of prigs, to make the kind
Of poems libertines create
is what I long for
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