Hafez is the Saqi of wine,
Drunk on divine Shirazi dregs.
His ghazals are a ruby glass
Darvish daily praises and begs.
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Begging for ghazals, eh?
Well, crying for a vision is a shamanic practice.
Maybe you cousins, dere in da second world.