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Those with the fragrance of saffron, when they sit with sorrow, they make us sit. Ghazal 194 by Hafez
Description: English Translation:
Those with the fragrance of saffron, when they sit with sorrow, they make us sit.
Those with fairy-like faces, when they steal peace from our hearts, they take it.
They tie our hearts to the saddle of injustice,
And from their amber-scented locks, they scatter our souls.
They sit with us for a breath of a lifetime, then they rise,
They uproot the sapling of desire in our hearts, then they plant it.
If they understand the tears of the solitary, they will find pearls,
If they know, they will not turn the face of the sun away from the early risers.
When they laugh, pomegranate rubies rain from my eyes,
When they see my hidden secret, they read it.
Whoever thinks the cure for a lover's pain is easy,
Is trapped in the thoughts of those who seek a cure.
Like Mansur, they take away whatever they want from those who desire it.
When they call on Hafez at this door, they drive him away.
In this presence, when the lovers are needy, they play hard to get,
For if they are bound by this pain, they are trapped in a cure.