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“When Hafiz plays his lute,
My notes ascend into the air and form
Infinite blue crystals
That will move on the wind’s breath
For hundreds of years
As my sacred debris
As the divine dust
Rising as a gift from my
Singing bones.”

From “The Subject Tonight is Love, 60 Wild and Sweet Poems of Hafiz” translated by Daniel Ladinsky

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