IV113

I saw a divine light in the Tavern,
A mysterious light from the place of Mystery.

Pilgrim! Put aside your pride and trust my words,
You have seen the house of Allah; but I have seen the Lord.

I want the perfume of the Beloved's hair,
This hopeless quest fills me with longing.

My heart saddens, I cry at night, I sigh;
All this in the hope of your grace.

I have new visions each day,
I cannot explain what I found behind the veil.

You will never find such a perfume
As the Beloved's fragrance brought by the warm wind.

Friends, do not object to Hafiz's love,
For him Allah's Love is his only theme.

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