Spring winds the March rain clouds feedExcuse for drinking wine, playing the reed.Lovers are in full glory, poor me ashamedBurdened with indigent love, yet I accede.Shortage of generosity, yet I keep my integrityPay with my gown for the wine that I need.Please say you open up the knot that is in my affairsLast night till time of dawn, I prayed and plead.The smiling flower, with a thousand laughs bloomedAs though grace itself had blessed its very seed.If I rend my shirt in my madness, so what?Even our good name demands that we be freed.Who speaks these tales that I tell from your lips?Who sees your beauty's deceit and misdeed?If the King seeks not to know of lover's stateTake heed lovers and give up your rest and greed.Cupid's arrow, Hafiz's heart tore and cleavedI see his verses, with their wet ink, bleed.Page at Here
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