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Laughing at the Word Two
Only
That Illumined
One
Who keeps
Seducing the formless into form
Had the charm to win my
Heart.
Only a Perfect One
Who is always
Laughing at the word
Two
Can make you know
Of
Love.
This poem is by Hafiz as translated by Daniel Ladinksy in The Gift
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