| Alack, for the Loved One left us In sorrow and pain and went |
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| If wine thou drink, with somewhat Thereof earth's thirst allay |
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| Whose dwelling, Lord, by yonder heart-Enkindling taper's lit? |
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| Me unto oppression, dust-like, For a trampling-stock she gave |
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| 'Twas a bulbul did a roseleaf, Sweet of hue and scent, hold |
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| Yet to Canaan the lost Joseph Will return once mo'. Repine not |
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| Be she mem'ried, who at parting Sign for us of mem'ry made not |
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| Thy lovely cheek, God guard it From th' evil eye! prays Hafiz |
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| A Thousand hearts her tresses Bind with a single hair |
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| Since the cheek of our Friend the new-spring down Hath compassed about with its rounded line |
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