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After this, my hand and the skirt of that tall cypress, Ghazal 181 by Hafez
Description: English Translation:
After this, my hand and the skirt of that tall cypress,
Which has uprooted me from my very foundation,
There is no need for a musician or wine, just lift your veil,
For the fire of your face will set me dancing like frankincense.
No face can become a mirror to the bridal chamber of fortune,
Except that face which is rubbed with the hoof of a steed.
I said, "Tell me all the secrets of your sorrow,"
"I cannot bear any more patience, what shall I do and for how long?"
Do not hunt that musk deer of mine, O hunter,
Have shame for those black eyes and do not bind it with a noose.
I, who am made of dust and cannot rise from this door,
How can I kiss the lips of that lofty palace?
Hafez, do not turn your heart away from that dark-haired one,
For it is better for a madman to be bound.