Pass around the cup fair maiden,
Because Love seemed easy at first,
But now I see how difficult it is.

The hearts of Lovers bleed,
and will be doomed to break,
when the scent of the Beloved blows away in the wind.

How can the traveller stay safe
when the clarion calls its sound of parting?

The Master tells us:
"soak your prayer rug red with wine, my friend".

Those who are still on the shore
feel they have peace of mind,
they don't know our storms and dark nights.

But at last, I find the Secret,
hidden in street corners,
revealed before me.

Hafiz, enjoy her Love
And instruct her,
"suffer the darkness for the sake of the light".


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