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And Hafiz came to me,-

in the dawn or in the middle of a night,

I do not remember,

But the wisp of reality was totally gone:

I was, rising from my own dreamworld

A tiger with all seeing eye

to tear apart Nature  and the poet said,

Never mind the broken shards of worlds

At your feet, of the worlds sweetest pathways

have struck the bitter  root of regrets;

Never bother picking them up-

Go back to sleep, sleep of the dawn

Always keep the tryst with night.

benny

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