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Ghazal 061 from Divan of Hafez

O gentle breeze, if you happen to pass through the beloved's land,
Bring a fragrant breath from the beloved's amber tresses.

I would gladly sacrifice my life in gratitude
If you bring a message from my beloved to me.

And if, by chance, you carry no message from that exalted one,
Then bring a speck of dust from the beloved's door for my eyes.

I, a beggar, longing for union with the beloved—alas,
I can only see the beloved's form in my dreams.

My heart, like a cypress, trembles like a willow
With longing for the beloved's cypress-like stature.

Even though the beloved does not value us,
I would not sell a hair from the beloved's head for the whole world.

What does it matter if the beloved's heart is free from the bonds of sorrow?
For as long as Hafez, the lowly one, is the beloved's slave and servant.