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O saqi,
may your wine never cease to flow,
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And may your glass forever have
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The radiance of the sun !
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It's when thorns clutch your robe
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In the darkness of the night,
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That you'll know how close you are
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To the flowers in the field.
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Your mosque and your temple
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Are manifest round your eyes -
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Your eyebrows solemn pulpits,
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Your face a divine image.
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When a leaf with the swaying breeze
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Floated down at dusk,
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The moth saw it as the candle's message
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To immolate himself in fire.
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With we two hand in hand,
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Let rocks move and mountains shake,
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Mine will be love's loud, clear call,
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Yours the symphonies.
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Love's lightning hit the cypress
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On which I had built a nest.
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My habitat was burnt away;
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May yours ever stand !
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In battle death comes once;
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In love it's every moment.
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But lovers do not mind
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How dear your friendship proves !
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Your table makes no distinction
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Between friends and strangers,
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Between kafirs and men of faith.
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It's open to all lovers !
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Mahjoor, O knowing souls, has come
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With a new song for you !
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It has some subtle point
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For you to ponder over.