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Of the cypress and the pine the apparent Murshid what need . hath my garden of apparent existence that , in the fresh spring of intoxication and of youth , is all beflowered

Our lofty boxtree the true , perfect , love - experienced , Murshid nurtured in the shade , is less than who *** O beloved youth the admonisher , love forbidding What religion hast thou adopted ,

Wherein our blood is more lawful to thee than mother's milk *** Since , from afar , thou seest the picture effects of grief sown in the world by the gardener , Fate drink wine of love

The diagnosis , we have made certain is the cure . *** Forth from the threshold of the Pir of wine - sellers , why draw I my head

In this his head , is fortune in this his door , tranquillity . *** In our Path , they purchase him of broken heart and him only

The boaster's market is yonder . *** Last night the day of covenant He the true Beloved , God gave promise of union and , in His head , had the wine of intoxication of Lovers

To - day this upspringing place of elemental water , the world , the place of woe , of self - seeing and of egotism let us see what He saith in His head is what . *** Love's pain is but one tale no more . Wonderful is this

That from every one lover whom I hear , the tale is not repeated but uttered differently *** Come back for , in separation from Thee , my expectant eye

Is , like the ear of the fast - keeper , intent on Allahu Akbar God is greatest *** Shiraz Hafiz's existence and the water of Ruknabad love , life - giving and the breeze of pleasant air the soul's breathings

Them , contemn not for though contemptible they are the lustre of adornment of seven territories of the world . *** From the water of life love , giving eternal life of Khizr , whose place is the Land of Darkness man's elemental existence it is far

Up to our water , whose fountain is God is greatest *** We take spill not the honour of poverty and of contentment

To the king , speak saying Daily victuals are destined by the Provider , God *** Hafiz how strange , ' the twig of candy is thy reed ,

Whose fruit verse is more heart - pleasing than honey and sugar . ***