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The Earth would die If the sun stopped kissing her.
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hafiz
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شمس الدین محمد حافظ / Khwāja Šams ud-Dīn Muhammad Hāfez-e Šīrāzī |
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Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.
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happy
happiness
inspirational
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Hafez |
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For a day, just for one day, Talk about that which disturbs no one And bring some peace into your Beautiful eyes.
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life
peace
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شمس الدین محمد حافظ / Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez |
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For I have learned that every heart will get What it prays for Most.
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شمس الدین محمد حافظ / Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez |
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Run my dear, From anything
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dreams
wings
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Hafez |
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I caught the happy virus last night When I was out singing beneath the stars. It is remarkably contagious - So kiss me.
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شمس الدین محمد حافظ / Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez |
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The heart is a The thousand-stringed instrument That can only be tuned with Love.
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hafiz
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شمس الدین محمد حافظ / Khwāja Šams ud-Dīn Muhammad Hāfez-e Šīrāzī |
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Let's get loose With Compassion, Let's drown in the delicious Ambience of Love.
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hafiz
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شمس الدین محمد حافظ / Khwāja Šams ud-Dīn Muhammad Hāfez-e Šīrāzī |
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Listen: this world is the lunatic's sphere, Don't always agree it's real, Even with my feet upon it And the postman knowing my door My address is somewhere else.
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hafiz
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شمس الدین محمد حافظ / Khwāja Šams ud-Dīn Muhammad Hāfez-e Šīrāzī |
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TRIPPING OVER JOY What is the difference Between your experience of Existence And that of a saint? The saint knows That the spiritual path Is a sublime chess game with God And that the Beloved Has just made such a Fantastic Move That the saint is now continually Tripping over Joy And bursting out in Laughter And saying, "I Surrender!" Whereas, my dear, I am afraid you still think You have a thousand serious moves."
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Hafez |
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In many parts of this world water is Scarce and precious. People sometimes have to walk A great distance Then carry heavy jugs upon their Heads. Because of our wisdom, we will travel Far for love. All movement is a sign of Thirst. Most speaking really says "I am hungry to know you." Every desire of your body is holy; Every desire of your body is Holy. Dear one, Why wait until you are dying To discover that divine Truth?"
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شمس الدین محمد حافظ / Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez |
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I have no use for divine patience - My lips are now burning and everywhere. I am running from every corner of this earth and sky Wanting to kiss you.
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شمس الدین محمد حافظ / Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez |
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My dear, Is it true that your mind is sometimes like a battering Ram Running all through the city, Shouting so madly inside and out About the ten thousand things That do not matter?
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شمس الدین محمد حافظ / Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez |
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Sometimes I say to a poem, "I don't have the strength To wring out another drop Of the sun." And the poem will often Respond By climbing onto a barroom table: Then lifts its skirt, winks, Causing the whole sky to Fall."
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hafiz
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شمس الدین محمد حافظ / Khwāja Šams ud-Dīn Muhammad Hāfez-e Šīrāzī |
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So I will always lean my heart as close to your soul as I can.
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Hafez |
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Not loving is a letting go. Listen, The terrain around here Is Far too Dangerous For That.
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hafiz
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شمس الدین محمد حافظ / Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez |
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All your wounds from craving love Exist because of heroic deeds.
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hafiz
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شمس الدین محمد حافظ / Khwāja Šams ud-Dīn Muhammad Hāfez-e Šīrāzī |
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Run my dear, From anything That may not strengthen Your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, From anyone likely To put a sharp knife
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Hafez |
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I wish I could show you, When you are lonely or in darkness, The Astonishing Light Of your own Being!
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Hafez |
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Lean your sweet neck and mouth Out of that dark nest where you hide, I will pour effulgence into your mind.
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شمس الدین محمد حافظ / Khwāja Šams ud-Dīn Muhammad Hāfez-e Šīrāzī |
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There are So many positions of Love: Each curve on a branch, The thousand different ways Your eyes can embrace us, The infinite shapes your Mind can draw, The spring Orchestra of scents, The currents of light combusting Like passionate lips, The revolution of Existence's skirt Whose folds contain other worlds. Your every sigh that falls against His inconceivable Omnipresent Body.
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شمس الدین محمد حافظ / Khwāja Šams ud-Dīn Muhammad Hāfez-e Šīrāzī |
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Lovers Don't tell all of their Secrets. They might Count each other's moles That reside in the shy Regions, Then keep that tally strictly To themselves. God and I Have signe a contract To be even more intimate than That! Though a clause Mentions Something about not drawing detailed maps To all His beautiful Laughing Moles.
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شمس الدین محمد حافظ / Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez |
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Here soar Not with wings But with your moving hands and feet And sweating brows - Standing by your Beloved's side Reaching out to comfort this world With your cup of solace Drawn from your vast reservoir of truth.
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شمس الدین محمد حافظ / Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez |
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We should make all spiritual talk Simple today: God is trying to sell you something, But you don't want to buy. That is what your suffering is:
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Hafez |
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Be kind to your sleeping heart.
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Hafez |
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You have taken root in the Beloved. I love your golden branches And the hundred graceful movements Your body now makes each time The wind, children and love come near.
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شمس الدین محمد حافظ / Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez |
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Your soul once sat on an easel on my knee. For ages I hve been sketching you With myriad shapes of sounds and light; Now awake, dear pilgrim, With your thousand swaying arms That need to caress the sky.
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شمس الدین محمد حافظ / Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez |
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This Path to God Made me such an old sweet beggar. I was starving until one night My love tricked God Himself To fall into my bowl. Now Hafiz is infintely rich, But all I ever want to do Is keep emptying out My emerald-filled Pockets Upon This tear-stained World.
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شمس الدین محمد حافظ / Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez |
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How Did the rose Ever open its heart And give to this world All its Beauty? It felt the encouragement of light Against its Being. Otherwise, We all remain
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My whole desire is to burn myself away.
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desire
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Art is the conversation between lovers. Art offers an opening for the heart. True art makes the divine silence in the soul Break into applause. Art is, at last, the knowledge of Where we are standing - Where we are standing In this Wonderland When we rip off all our clothes And this blind man's patch, veil, That got tied across our brow. Art is the conversation between lovers. True art awakes the
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hafiz
hafez
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Hāfez |
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This sky Where we live Is no place to lose your wings So love, love Love.
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Hafez |
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pyyz hych Hrf tzh y bry gftn ndrd b yn hmh z mnbr blnd bd
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Hafez Mosavi / حافظ موسوي |
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In times of youth, drinking is better. With the joyful, linking is better. The world is a mere temporal inn; With the shipwrecked, sinking is better.
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love
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What does life give me in the end but sorrow? What do love's good and evil send but sorrow? I've only seen one true companion - pain, And I have known no faithful friend but sorrow.
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sorrow
poetry
quote
sadness
love
love-quotes-and-sayings
quotes
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When all your desires are distilled You will cast just two votes:
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Hafez |
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He was so slim, his heart was visible
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Hafez |
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khyz w dr khsh rz ab Trbnkh ndz pysh z any khh shwd khsh sr khkh ndz `qbt mnzl m wdy khmwshn st Hly GlGlh dr gnbd flkh ndz mlkh yn mzr`h dny khh thbty nkhnd atshy z jgr jm dr mlkh ndz bsr sbz tw y srw khh chwn khkh shwm nz z sr bnh w syh br an khkh ndz dl m r khh z mr sr zlf tw bkhst z lb khwd bh shfkhnh trykh ndz Gsl dr shkh zdm khhl Tryqt gwynd pkh shw wl w ps dydh br an pkh ndz yrb an zhd khwdbyn khh bjz `yb ndyd dwd ahysh dr ayy..
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Hafez |
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Why Just ask the donkey in me To speak to the donkey in you, When I have so many other beautiful animals And brilliant colored birds inside That are longing to say something wonderful And exciting to your heart? Let's open all the locked doors upon our eyes That keep us from knowing the Intelligence That begets love And a more lively and satisfying conversation With the Friend. Let's turn loose our golden falcons So that they can meet in th..
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Hafez |
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With wine beside a gently flowing brook - this is the best; Withdrawn from sorrow in some quiet nook - this is the best
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poetry
poetry-quotes
wine
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Hafez |
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Parallel the care the dancer takes on her finest
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Hafez |
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Art is the conversation between lovers. Art offers an opening for the heart. True art makes the divine silence in the soul Break into applause.
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Hafez |
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b dlrmy mr khTr khwsh st khz dlm ykh brh brd arm r
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love
hafiz
عشق
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