From the Divan of Hafez · 7 couplets
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She stole from me my peace and patience and sense —
that stone-hearted idol with silver temples.
A swift beauty, playful, wearing a cap,
delicate, moon-faced, a Turk in a fitted coat.
From the heat of the fire of love's madness for her,
like a cauldron I am always boiling.
I would be at peace like a shirt
if I could embrace her like a coat.
Even if my bones should rot,
your love will not be forgotten from my soul.
My heart and faith — my heart and faith she has stolen —
her breast and shoulder, her breast and shoulder, breast and shoulder.
Your remedy, your remedy is, Hafez,
her sweet lip, her sweet lip, her sweet lip.
بِبُرد از من قرار و طاقت و هوش
بتِ سنگین دلِ سیمین بناگوش
نگاری چابکی شِنگی کُلَه دار
ظریفی مَه وشی تُرکی قباپوش
ز تابِ آتشِ سودایِ عشقش
به سانِ دیگ دایم میزنم جوش
چو پیراهن شوَم آسوده خاطر
گَرَش همچون قبا گیرم در آغوش
اگر پوسیده گردد استخوانم
نگردد مِهرت از جانم فراموش
دل و دینم دل و دینم بِبُردهست
بَر و دوشش بَر و دوشش بَر و دوش
دوایِ تو دوایِ توست حافظ
لبِ نوشش لبِ نوشش لبِ نوش
Source: Ganjoor.net
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