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Was the promise you
now break just casual words,
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That you leave, dear friend, forsaking me ?
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My words of love might melt your heart,
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But my speech departs on meeting you !
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My love for you makes me waste away,
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But the love itself does not decay.
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Perhaps clouds of my cries have caught you fast
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That's why your face is bathed in sweat.
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With you as physician, death can't come,
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For the patient never recovers, dear friend !
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O how identical are thousands of flowers,
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But no two men are ever alike !
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Beauty never wore a face honest and whole,
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But ever like the wavering, reflected moon.
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When Mahjoor sees some lovely dame,
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Passion does not seize his heart.