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Hafiz cried to his beloved, 'I made a bargain with that brown hair / before the beginning of time, and it shall not be broken through / unending time,' and it may be that Mistress Nature knows that we have / lived many times, and that whatsoever changes and winds into itself / belongs to us. She covers her eyes away from us, but she lets us play / with the tresses of her hair.