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Ghazal 063 from Divan of Hafez No one has ever seen your face, yet you have a thousand rivals; You're still in bud, yet a hundred nightingales sing your praises. If I come to your street, it's not so strange; For like me, there are thousands of strangers in that land. In love, a monastery and a tavern are no different; Wherever there is love, there is a glimpse of the beloved. Where they make a show of monastic work, There's the monk's bell and the name of the cross. Has any lover ever called out without their beloved noticing? O master, it's not a sickness; if it were, there would be a physician. Hafez's cry—all this wailing—is not in vain; There is a strange tale and a wondrous story here.