Status Updates From Poems from the Divan of Hafiz

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“At harshness I have ceased to grieve, for none to light
can bring
A rose that is apart from thorns, or honey void of sting.

The framework of this mortal form may rot within the mould,
But in my soul a love exists which never shall grow cold.”

“Come deal with me, and strike thy bargain: I have a
broken heart to sell,
Which in its ailing state out-values a hundred thousand
which are well.”

If Joy be thy desire, O Hafiz,
From Him far distant never dwell.
"As soon as thou hast found thy Loved one,
Bid to the world a last farewell."”