From Hafez
Though sweet as myrtle or the rose,
Or sweetest air that Zephyr blows,
Your balmy lip their breath abjures;
Yet not a Zephyr passing by,
Nor myrtle nor the rose deny,
That in their fragrance we have yours .
Or sweetest air that Zephyr blows,
Your balmy lip their breath abjures;
Yet not a Zephyr passing by,
Nor myrtle nor the rose deny,
That in their fragrance we have yours .
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