HAFIZ

Hafiz

Don’t torment your heart with existence

And non-existence.

Because all that seems perfect

In the end would be nothing.

The majesty of Asif, the flying sedan and

The discourses of the birds

Everything is destroyed and the master was not

Benefited in any manner.

Don’t stray from the path

For the sake of wing and feather

The flight of bow-shot arrow, through splendid on the air,

Untimely settles on the ground.

O Hafiz, how could the tip of the pen explain your

Gratitude to the beloved?

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