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In this noisy street, the voice of reason says:
The world and all its possessions is no security.

Let me tell you an old story: The face of an old camel destined by
Fate to be black, cannot become white from washing and cleaning.

Everything you see around you, will one day disappear,
Except Love, which lasts forever.

I had great hopes that, with my heart, I would unite with You.
But along the road of Life, business lurks like highway robbery.

I say hold on to the moon-faced One’s hair, and don’t tell a soul!
For the effect of Saturn and the stars is agony and good luck.

No one will ever see Hafez sober, never;
He is drunk on the wine of endless Eternity, and keeps asking for more!