The days of absence and the bitter nights Of separation, all are at an end!

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The days of absence and the bitter nights Of separation, all are at an end! Where is the influence of the star that blights My hope? The omen answers: At an end! Autumn’s abundance, creeping Autumn’s mirth, Are ended and forgot when o’er the earth The wind of Spring with soft warm feet doth wend. The Day of Hope, hid beneath Sorrow’s veil, Has shown its face—ah, cry that all may hear: Come forth! the powers of night no more prevail!

Source Hafiz (Bell), Poem 25, §1 · 📖 Read the full passage

✨ To meditate on today

According to Hafiz, a Persian poet, the nights of separation always come to an end: the spring wind returns, and the Day of Hope, long hidden beneath the veil of sorrow, finally shows its face. Today, share a piece of good news, however small, with someone who needs it, like Hafiz who invites us to cry it out so that all may hear.

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