I

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Gazing at fireflies glittering over country fields, 
   at night I yearn for more sweet cherry wine −

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   The Beloved, the spirit of love, is a nightingale
singing at dusk as the sky grows pale − 

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   II

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The silver goblet overflows with cherry wine;
   o’er Shiraz the sun passes, melting two hearts −
   
    In the desert oasis a peacock is crying;
its feathers bloom like a net of gemstones – 

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   III

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Thro’ the night, nilufar abi sleeps on a cool dark pool,
   wreathed in her white silk petals. At dawn,

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   when the white egret comes to the water, the lily
will blossom, and her stamen collect rainwater –