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“You see my state, and still increase my pain
I see your face, the need for union regain.
For my welfare, you have no care, I complain
Why do you heal me not from the sickness I disdain?
You bring me down and leave me on the earthly plane;
Return me to my home, by your side let me remain.
Only when I’m dust, your mercy can entertain;
Your flowing spirit stirs up dust of the slain.
Heartbroken of your love, from breathing I abstain
My life you destroy, yet my breathing you sustain.
In the dark night of the soul, I was growing insane,
Drinking from the cups that your features contain.
Suddenly in my arms, you appeared, clear, plain;
With my lips on your lips, my life and soul gain and drain.
Be joyful with Hafiz, with love enemies detain,
With such potent love, impotent foes self-restrain.
مرا میبینی و هر دم زیادت میکـنی دردم
تو را میبینـم و میلـم زیادت میشود هر دم
بـه سامانم نمیپرسی نمیدانم چه سر داری
بـه درمانـم نـمیکوشی نمیدانی مگر دردم
نه راه است این که بگذاری مرا بر خاک و بگریزی
گذاری آر و بازم پرس تا خاک رهـت گردم
ندارم دستت از دامن بجز در خاک و آن دم هـم
کـه بر خاکـم روان گردی به گرد دامنـت گردم
فرورفـت از غم عشقت دمم دم میدهی تا کی
دمار از مـن برآوردی نـمیگویی برآوردم
شـبی دل را به تاریکی ز زلفت باز میجستـم
رخـت میدیدم و جامی هـلالی باز میخوردم
کـشیدم در برت ناگاه و شد در تاب گیسویت
نـهادم بر لـبـت لـب را و جان و دل فدا کردم
تو خوش میباش با حافظ برو گو خصم جان میده
چو گرمی از تو میبینم چه باک از خصم دم سردم”
―
I see your face, the need for union regain.
For my welfare, you have no care, I complain
Why do you heal me not from the sickness I disdain?
You bring me down and leave me on the earthly plane;
Return me to my home, by your side let me remain.
Only when I’m dust, your mercy can entertain;
Your flowing spirit stirs up dust of the slain.
Heartbroken of your love, from breathing I abstain
My life you destroy, yet my breathing you sustain.
In the dark night of the soul, I was growing insane,
Drinking from the cups that your features contain.
Suddenly in my arms, you appeared, clear, plain;
With my lips on your lips, my life and soul gain and drain.
Be joyful with Hafiz, with love enemies detain,
With such potent love, impotent foes self-restrain.
مرا میبینی و هر دم زیادت میکـنی دردم
تو را میبینـم و میلـم زیادت میشود هر دم
بـه سامانم نمیپرسی نمیدانم چه سر داری
بـه درمانـم نـمیکوشی نمیدانی مگر دردم
نه راه است این که بگذاری مرا بر خاک و بگریزی
گذاری آر و بازم پرس تا خاک رهـت گردم
ندارم دستت از دامن بجز در خاک و آن دم هـم
کـه بر خاکـم روان گردی به گرد دامنـت گردم
فرورفـت از غم عشقت دمم دم میدهی تا کی
دمار از مـن برآوردی نـمیگویی برآوردم
شـبی دل را به تاریکی ز زلفت باز میجستـم
رخـت میدیدم و جامی هـلالی باز میخوردم
کـشیدم در برت ناگاه و شد در تاب گیسویت
نـهادم بر لـبـت لـب را و جان و دل فدا کردم
تو خوش میباش با حافظ برو گو خصم جان میده
چو گرمی از تو میبینم چه باک از خصم دم سردم”
―
“Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.”
― Brave New World
― Brave New World
“I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.”
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“Friendship ... is born at the moment when one man says to another "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .”
― The Four Loves
― The Four Loves
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