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Ghazal 014 from Divan of Hafez I said, "O queen of beauties, have mercy on this stranger," She replied, "The lowly stranger loses his way in following his heart." I said, "Do not pass me by for a moment," he said, "Excuse me," "How can a pampered one bear the grief of so many strangers?" Sleeping on a royal bed of sable, what does the beloved care? If the stranger makes his bed and pillow from thorns and stones. O you in whose locks the place of many acquaintances lies, How well that dark mole sits on your colorful cheek, O stranger. The reflection of wine appears in the color of your moon-like face, Like a purple leaf on a green page, O stranger. That mole-like line around your face is a great stranger, Though there may be no dark line in the picture gallery, O stranger. I said, "O night of strangers, your dark tresses," "Beware in the morning when this stranger cries out." Hafez said, "The familiar ones are in a state of wonder," "It would not be strange if the weary and lowly stranger sits down."