From Divan e Hafiz. The waves are wild…

The waves are wild, the whirlpool dreadful, the shadow of the night steals o’er,
How can my fate excite compassion in the light-burdened of the shore?

Each action of my froward spirit has won me an opprobrious name;
Can any one conceal the secret which the assembled crowds proclaim?

If Joy be thy desire, O Hafiz,
From Him far distant never dwell.

“As soon as thou hast found thy Loved one,
Bid to the world a last farewell.”

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