from Now I’m Homeless by Hafiz

O Beloved, I’ve given up my religion and my worldly goods in order to be
With You, and now I’m homeless and work all day for wine.

If Hafiz dies in the dust of Your doorway, dreaming of Your hair,
He will have lived a full life and died smiling there.

translated by Thomas Rain Crowe

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