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Ghazal 014 from Divan of Hafez

I said, "O queen of beauties, have mercy on this stranger,"
She replied, "The lowly stranger loses his way in following his heart."

I said, "Do not pass me by for a moment," he said, "Excuse me,"
"How can a pampered one bear the grief of so many strangers?"

Sleeping on a royal bed of sable, what does the beloved care?
If the stranger makes his bed and pillow from thorns and stones.

O you in whose locks the place of many acquaintances lies,
How well that dark mole sits on your colorful cheek, O stranger.

The reflection of wine appears in the color of your moon-like face,
Like a purple leaf on a green page, O stranger.

That mole-like line around your face is a great stranger,
Though there may be no dark line in the picture gallery, O stranger.

I said, "O night of strangers, your dark tresses,"
"Beware in the morning when this stranger cries out."

Hafez said, "The familiar ones are in a state of wonder,"
"It would not be strange if the weary and lowly stranger sits down."