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GHASELLE:
FROM THE PERSIAN OF HAFIZ.
Of Paradise, O hermit wise,
Let us renounce the thought;
Of old therein our names of sin
Allah recorded not.
Who dear to God on earthly sod
No corn-grain plants,
The same is glad that life is had,
Though corn he wants.
O just fakir, with brow austere,
Forbid me not the vine;
On the first day, poor Hafiz' clay
Was kneaded up with wine.
