The 
closer 
I get to you, Beloved, 
The more I can see 
It is just You and I all alone 
In this 
World. 
 
I hear 
A knock at my door, 
Who else could it be, 
So I rush without brushing 
My hair. 
 
For too 
Many nights 
I have begged for Your 
Return 
 
And what 
Is the use of vanity 
At this late hour, at this divine season, 
That has now come to my folded 
Knees? 
 
If your love letters are true dear Beloved 
I will surrender myself to 
Who You keep saying 
I 
Am. 
 
 
~ Hafiz  | 
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