O! Lord of the nice! Grievance of the sorrows of solitude!
My heart detested my life; this is the time to come back
Zeal and separation, far from you, distressed me so that
Endurance of my patience is going to be lost
In the circle of destiny, we are the spot of submission
Grace is whatever you consider, decree whatever you order
O! Cupbearer of the grass, flower has no color without thee
Make thy boxtree to pace to adorn the garden
Self Concern and self will exist not in the world of rendy
Heresy it is in this creed to be self concerned and self willed
O Hafez! The night of separation went; the pleasant odor of the friend came
Congratulations for your joy, you the fond frenzy lover!
Hafez
Translated by Narges Barati
My heart detested my life; this is the time to come back
Zeal and separation, far from you, distressed me so that
Endurance of my patience is going to be lost
In the circle of destiny, we are the spot of submission
Grace is whatever you consider, decree whatever you order
O! Cupbearer of the grass, flower has no color without thee
Make thy boxtree to pace to adorn the garden
Self Concern and self will exist not in the world of rendy
Heresy it is in this creed to be self concerned and self willed
O Hafez! The night of separation went; the pleasant odor of the friend came
Congratulations for your joy, you the fond frenzy lover!
Hafez
Translated by Narges Barati
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