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“I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being”

Quote by Hafez

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Hafez
Hafez

Hafez, whose real name was Muhammad ibn Shams al-Din al-Mo'alla, is one of the greatest poets in the history of Persian literature. Born in 1326 and died in 1389, Hafez is renowned for his lyrical poetry, which is filled with profound reflections on love, life, religion, and philosophy. more

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