Poem Number 424
Dont separate from me, thou d...
The ghazal
Dont separate from me, thou dearer than my eyes
Solace to my soul, calmer of my hearts cries.
Lovers cannot reach the hem of His shirt
Their shirt of patience, with shreds dignifies.
Let not your fate and lot, mishaps for you devise
In ravishing the hearts, you win the highest prize.
O preacher of creed, you forbid me this love
I forgive your errs, you have not seen the Wise.
Why would the Beloved, Hafiz criticize
Exceeding the bound, ardently denies.
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