The dust of my body is the veil of the face of the beloved of my soul
happy is the moment when from off this face, I cast the veil
Even so, this cage is no good for a sweet singer such as me
I will go to the rose garden of paradise, for I am a bird of that field
It is not clear why I came where I went
my regret and pain is that I have been heedless of my own affair
Oh how I circumambulate in the space of the holy world
but in this flat, compounded abode, I am bound to my body
If the scent of musk issues from my heart’s blood
do not wonder, my friend, for I am the musk gland of Khotan
Do not look at the golden embroidery of my cloak like a candle
for there is burning hidden within this cloak
Come and take Hafez’s existence from him
so that by your being, none will hear from me that I am
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Beautiful roses and capture and “circumnavigate”, what a wonderful mouthful of a word!
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Thanks David. 🙂
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Buon Fine Settimana 🙂
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Grazie, e tu. 🙂
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Very Beautiful Maverick!
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Thank you ❤️
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You’re welcome ♥️
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Those colors are exquisite 🌹🧡
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Thanks 🙂
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what a wonderful poem and the roses exquisite!
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Thank you Cybele 🙂
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