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Ghazal 075 from Divan of Hafez

The dream of your captivating narcissus is not without something,
The allure of your disheveled locks is not without something.

I said the liquid flowing from your lips was honey,
This sugar-coated salt of yours is not without something.

May your life be long, for I know for certain,
In the bow of your eyelashes' arrows, there is no deficiency.

Afflicted by the grief of sorrow and the pain of separation,
O heart, this wailing and lament of yours is not without something.

Yesterday, the wind passed through her neighborhood to the garden,
O flower, this tear in your collar is not without something.

Though the pain of love hides the heart from people,
Hafez, this weeping eye of yours is not without something.