Ask not what sorrows for love I endureAsk not of parting poisons that make me impure.
I have traveled the world and in the end
Ask not what lover I willingly allure.
Longing for a vision, at his door
Ask not of the tears that I pour.
With my own ears I heard his last night
Ask not of his words, harsh yet demure.
Bite not your upper lip and speak not
Ask not what sweet lips I may secure.
In my mendicant state without you
Ask not of my pain and need for a cure.
On the path of Love, Hafiz, lost & traceless
Ask not of my standing, high and pure.
... Hafiz of Shiraz
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