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The tongue has no ability to describe the (agony of) separation
Otherwise I would recount to you the story of separation

We are the friend of the army of thoughts and keep company with the patient one
Joined both with the fire of longing, and the crisis of separation

Alas in the hope of union my life has come to an end
However it has not ended, this time of separation.

The head on my shoulders, which I held so high with pride
I have laid down, at the threshold of separation (I bowed it down)

How can I spread my wings out of desire for union
The bird of my heart has lost all its feathers in the nest of separation.

There isn’t much time left before the ship of my life will sink
Under the wave of your desire for union with me, in the infinite ocean of separation

When Heaven saw that my head was bound by the noose of love
It tied to the neck of my patience, the rope of separation

From the heat of eagerness my heart became scorched (kebob) in longing for the Friend
I am constantly drinking the blood of the liver (suffering profusely) from the table of separation

What more can I do now that in the ocean of sadness
The boat of my patience has fallen into a whirlwind, from the gust of separation

How can I defend my body to gain union (with God)
When my body has become the advocate for fate and my heart the guarantor for separation

I shall kill it, If I ever get a hold of separation
Black be its day and curse be upon the house of separation

If in eagerness you traverse this path to the end, Hafez
You have not given to anyone else the reins of separation

translated by Freshteh.A - USA

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زبان خامه ندارد سر بیان فراق،
وگرنه شرح دهم با تو داستان فراق.