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Daughters of turbulent mind awaking their mothers’ ire,
And sons who of froward mood wish ill to their sire, I see;
Sherbets of sugar and rose the world to the fool supplies,
But naught save his own heart’s blood the food of the wise I see;
Galled by the pack-saddle’s weight the Arab’s proud steed grows old,
Yet always the ass’s neck encircled with gold I see.

— Hafez A Dictionary of Oriental Quotations (1911)

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Wash from the dross of life thy hands as the Path’s men of old
And, winning love’s alchemic power, transmute thyself to gold.

A Dictionary of Oriental Quotations (1911)

The dimple that thy chin contains has beauty in its round,
That never has been fathomed yet by myriad thoughts profound.

What necessity for a sword to slay the lover, when a glance can deprive him of half his life!

Thy curl is ever drawing the heart silently
Who hath power to speak (quarrel) with Thy heart-vanishing curl.

A Dictionary of Oriental Quotations (1911)

What holds in peace this two-fold world, let this two-fold sentence show
Amity to every friend, courtesy to every foe.

A Dictionary of Oriental Quotations (1911)

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