This
Path to the Beloved
Made me such an old sweet beggar.
I was starving until one night
My love tricked the Beloved Himself
To fall into my bowl.
Now Hafiz is infinitely rich,
But all I ever want to do
Is keep emptying out
My emerald filled
Pockets
Upon
This tear stained
World.
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