Let not the wind into your tresses or I will go into the wind Let not seduction be your way or I will loose mine Drink not with any old contender or I will drown in pain Savor not your wine or I will turn red in sobriety Lock not your hair or I will be locked in remorse Twist not your hair or I will get twisted Become not the rival's friend or I will become mad with rivalry Feel not for others or I will cease to feel Open your face and I won't need a flower Stand tall and I won't need the air of heights Paint not the town red or I will shed blood for tears Cherish not the other's company or I will perish Steal not the limelight or all light will leave me Ogle not or I will melt beneath your gaze Be kind to this poor suitor and come to my aid For me not to appeal to the Messenger Hafez will never turn away from you For he became free the day he was entrapped by you. Hafez |
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Ibrahim Dertli Baba
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