Hafiz
Get up, before your skull is dust ridden
fill up your glass before your grave is sodden
Since since the last motel is the valley of silence
scream to the sky now, before the night is in
Please my sylvan beauty, on your being
do not leave my dust be, before your shadow has been
let the sparkle of the glass tinder existence
the deed of your plot will not before your sin
Reader, don’t forget Hafiz’s words
take a bath in your tears, then on beauty sing! beauty’s wing
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