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Culture - Poetry
| Persian Poetry HAFEZ poetry - page 1 page 1, page 2, page 3 |
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My friend has fled? alas, my friend has fled,
And left me nought but tears and pain behind? Like smoke above a flame caught by the wind, So rose she from my breast and forth she sped. Drunk with desire, I seized Love's cup divine, But she that held it poured the bitter wine Of Separation into it and fled. The hunter she, and I the helpless prey; My heart was all too narrow for my woe, In the clear dawn, before the east was red, Translation by Gertrude Bell (The Hafez Poems of Gertrude Bell) |
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