In memory of Iran and my compatriots, and with the intention of the new year, I opened Hafez at random and found this beautiful ghazal:

If fortune grants me the dust beneath my beloved’s feet,
I will trace a line of that dust upon the tablet of my sight.

I drowned in longing for the embrace of your shore, and still I hope
that the waves of my tears may carry me to that shore.
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Happy New Year to all of you, dear companions and old friends, with hope for joyful and bright days for Iran. 💐