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Yo -- I Mean, Io, Lupercus. Keep Them Wolves From My Door.
Yo -- I mean, Io, Lupercus. Keep them wolves from my door.
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"Nothing In This Well But Wind" - by Hafiz
I'm drunk again on the wine of love -- Winebringer, bring more wine! And fill my cup, for without wine this party will be no fun.
My love won't even penetrate that veil covering the Beloved's face; So Minstrel, give us a melody, and Winebringer, bring us some more wine!
Together, all of us here are hoping to see His face; Together, all of us are waiting with our vain hopes, fancies, and dreams.
Drunk from Your gaze, I lust for Your ruby lips. I have been reduced to less than a question, which in the end is less than my vain dreams.
Because no one can look directly at the sun, I have asked the eye of my hear: what is the use of all this worrying?
So don't waste your time trying to fill your cup with water When you know there is nothing in this well but wind.
O Hafiz, in this desert, you have fallen victim to your own illusions. When was a pilgrim's thirst ever quenched by a mirage?
