the rose garden of prostration

All that ever really mattered~


The lovers’ souls acquainted in this deep sea
They drowned but did not return to the polluted water
All night, in this hope I am that the breeze of dawn
With the message of lovers, will cherish the lover
You the one from Shiraz, who has my heart in your hands…
Give the drink in paradise, thou wilt not have
By the River in Ruknabad and the rose garden of prostration.
-Poem of Hafez


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