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Ghazal 009 from Divan of Hafez The garden is once again filled with the splendor of youth, And the good news of the nightingale's sweet song arrives. O gentle breeze, if you return to the garden's young ones, Convey my service to the cypress, rose, and basil. If the wine-seller's maid appears thus, I will use my eyelashes to sweep the tavern's floor. O you who play polo with an amber ball from the land of Sara, Do not disturb the mind of this lost one. I fear these people who laugh at the afflicted, Will destroy faith in the tavern. Be a friend of God's men, for in Noah's ark, There is soil that the flood's water cannot wash away. Leave the house of the heavens and seek bread, For that black-bowl will eventually kill the guest. Whoever's final bed is a handful of dust, What need is there to build a palace in the sky? O my Canaanite moon, the throne of Egypt is yours, It is time to leave the prison. Hafez, drink wine, be a rogue, and be happy, but Do not trap others like a hypocrite with the Quran.