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Ghazal 059 from Divan of Hafez I have hope for a kind gesture from my Beloved, For I have committed a crime, yet I hope for His forgiveness. I know He will overlook my transgression, for though He may seem aloof, He is in fact a merciful angel. We wept so much that everyone who passed by Said, seeing our tears streaming, "What is this?" That mouth is nowhere to be seen, I find no trace of it, There is a curl of hair, but I don’t know what that hair is. I am amazed by the image of His imagination, how it does not leave My sight, but constantly washes and scrubs. Without a word, Your tresses draw my heart, Who else would dare speak or argue with Your captivating locks? For a lifetime I’ve smelled the scent of Your tresses, That fragrance still lingers in my heart’s nostrils. Hafez, Your troubled state is bad, but The fragrance of the beloved’s tresses makes Your troubles seem good.