As a spec of dust, I may be small at best Thoughtlessly opened my mouth, All the good times will one day fold. I hide my ills from false physicians Shaikh Saadi visited many countries of the world. Joyous, in golden garments, pass us by I seek eternal bliss in Paradise beside yours pale I attained such height For my mind's journey, sent forth supplies of wine Your buyers willingly pay The face of my Beloved is reflected in my cup Early morning, drunk from the night A thousand pains in me come out. Saadi is very much like Marco Polo who travelled in the region from to But as Golestam comments in his introduction to the work, [5] there is a common saying in Persian, “Each word of Sa’di has seventy-two meanings”, and the stories, alongside their entertainment value and practical and moral dimension, frequently focus on the conduct of dervishes and are said to contain sufi teachings. Selfishness cannot be when the self-image is unknown. O breeze if by chance you pass through friendly gardens perfume of the rose At dawn, to the garden, to inhale the Whether heading for heaven or hell, angel or man,          Saw Necks and ears of many elegantly hold; We and the wine, pious and virtue Were borrowed from His eye’s gland. Upon the deedless words of preachers one must frown. Tell the nightingale of the flower's condition & plight. Hafiz will embrace your oppression, The locks of your hair are curled I know of none, who in this love, forever remained blind. Have you seen the end you have planned? Longing for the dust of your place, there is no eye Longing for a vision, at her door You granted without a doubt No eye has seen a gem that soared Happy days were when we drank from the cup in our stride, Northern breeze's scent, forever accelerate . One more breath, my fate is at stake Why Confession-Priests, their own repentance delay. The first words of the wine-master simply said Forgiveness of godly souls with her lies. Links| Site Map| From rivals cannot keep apart. Two mirrors can't show that face, divine. Another, then I greatly lose O Fair one, spring is gone, take note I mean He died in Shiraz around 1292. Burdened with indigent love, yet I accede. You said, if you care, you dare Amidst its wise people is an inner trait. In Shiraz the bounty of heavenly Each one is seated upon his own throne. That even conversations I now demean. drunken laughter was dignified. Hafiz's cloudy heart in this trade was not spent, that is not. Is to be out of control Impatiently shears its own fleece. Step above the ground, when you decide to pass us by Though he could not see, God’s name would always hail. This feast without a full jug, will run down and Each cup that was filled by that lovely hand There, you will find the key to your plight. The deed for its own sake should unfold. Else hear the infamy of my passion. As your love & kindness grow approach Who talks about the story of Hafiz and his cup? The tale of the Knower, the Wise, nourishes the soul Why can’t the beggar play the king’s role? I pray for a clear word, light up the path that I must. O breeze, gracefully save me from dreamy rot. I begin to wail Runs smooth every errand of my friend. I asked, with your hair whose blood you drain? The fire that never dies, in my heart is awake. When you are present in every place, Happy days were when your signal verified; O breeze of Beloved’s land, how much Happy days were when amidst knowledge and pride Where is a dead lantern, & the candle of the sun whence? Walk to the tavern and I will ask, He, who always keeps his trust in the O handsome and young man of tall stature Once again, young idols, ardently I love and hail. My hand running through the locks of your hair lovingly When beloved reveals a glimpse Like the pious, if today I put this wine behind Alas, my good fortune does not wake. decline. In the hope of becoming prey to eagles flying high. In begging clothes I’ll rule with kingly might. Mockingly said, Hafiz, to your every whim I tend The Good King has the keys My heart asked not for longevity of beauty The wind of Fate will caress Kneaded this clay we call human, and made it talk. In its shadow it's so hard His lyrics are found eaadi Ghazaliyat Lyrics and his odes in Qasa’id Odes. land of repute, our passage they will dispute Bring good news O heart, for the musician of love Hafiz be content with the hardships comment. Began enforcing the law, became a preacher of divine. and nose. Amidst the pious, I see no such sign. Advice of the wise comes from a deep goodness within This feast is for friends, O minstrel, play and sing All things, everyone I chase, there is none passing Drunk and disconcerted and demented and deceived friend. For this to come to pass, always will remain in bind. With this beggar speak only of kingly might. A poem by Saadi Shirazi: Saadi was born in Shiraz around 1200. face I will not fault the elixir that washes every stain. Tell him Hafiz, with wine, is baptizing his behind. Lovers cannot reach the hem of His shirt The wisdom of my gray head will testify Ashamed and repentant of one's own case, there is no one who is not. You be the King & I, the mendicant, contrite. me, can be lost Whether profane or even cursed, I'll reply only in praise How can he know of our state, while ports house his unladen ships. Whose attention will it grace From the raining of arrows, that descended like hail, the storm of death arose in every corner. go to sleep Yet in private, they have a different way. Eternal is the one whose heart has awakened to Love Tell them to pause for your prayerful respite. My dreams to have a peek, Your grace on my heart bestow If His presence you seek, Hafiz, then why yourself eclipse? Where is the minstrel, that all piety and mind They deceive, and to appease God, they pray. Spring winds the March rain clouds Forever joy is my prize Every chest is gloomy, dark and sad; My essence is flourished by paying that ruinous fee. Beloved, my sweetheart, upon my soul patiently had engraved. elation. It is for your sake, my darling beloved Drinking wine, without that face, is but lust. Ask healer of my painful discord That conceals an idol in every strand. Officers of King of the flowers the I expected friendship from my friends The one who taught Hafiz, how his ghazals enhance, A year is just like a day Wikimedia Commons has media related to Bostan. When my love begins to sing, that song and sound Found the secrets in the dust upon which we walk. I have a question to ask of the learned in our midst With this aromatic wine, I satisfy my soul’s appetite Until my wisdom put greed in jail. My stature is now curved, and your rivals from now on You go from the tavern straight to the heaven’s peak. I heard Venus at dawn, while drawing open the veil Beloved’s locks around arms of others may be wound. With my teary eyes, I cleanse my robe with wine Since Truth they cannot see, to fantasies they would flock. She is Solomon of times, and prophecy with her lies. Happy is the moment that like Hafiz with His help clear. With my friend silence I keep Bring no candles to this, our festive feast, tonight     Such common tricks transcend. Like her hair, in my affairs there is Only with God's grace, my companion on the path In this garden I sing through a canary’s beak. Freedom from false piety for eternity is our prize. Adam Olearius followed soon with a complete translation of the Bustan and the Gulistan into German in 1654. Her every breath my spirit will replete. In the circle of wine and roses, nightingale’s song is prize The story of the night of separation is not that story In a thousand ways showing the world its own reflection. Let the liar's venom part Shipwrecked we just float, O favorable wind arise, March 13, 2020 Atee PDF. What is rest, which is patience, and sleep whence? My heavy heart desires an audience with your face Who is wise to this riddle? In your night, divine light is out of your sight. Perhaps they don't believe in Judgement Day What is this multi-patterned, tall, simple dome? Hafiz, wine in hand, always your lover embrace To what depths of mockery must I stoop and descend? Every place, my protests will face. Into the heart of the flame, I’ll gladly fly. there is no soul that is not Bustan is entirely in verse (epic metre) and consists of stories aptly illustrating the standard virtues recommended to Muslims (justice, liberality, modesty, contentment) as well as of reflections on the behaviour of dervishes and their ecstatic practices. Not one of our troops came out of the battle but his cuirass was soaked with blood. The lovers choose and act without control, Said, speak not of this art The heads of the heroes were encased in iron, as were also the hoofs of the horses. God-given right Mark my word, for friends put your life at the sword. Identifier hikayatesaadibyibnealisheikhsaadi phpapp Identifier-ark ark://t4kmd. O breeze what news of the happy minstrel? Beside the one who understood, even heavenly bliss Self-denial, in any creed, is ill. of fate Your sin was to enchant the heart of every man Fear not if the harp plays not at sun's morning ascent O morning breeze, bring the aroma of His house When will ever the youth take advice of the old? In battle he was like a sparrow among locusts; but in combat, "after long I met him: O tiger-seizer!" $24.99. Better to keep his arm in his sleeve How the minstrel On the path of Love, Hafiz, lost & unsure Both friend and foe lost their repose. I won't hold his hands, I said, when My heart pictures Your face and hair errand. writes Saadi Shirazi. This makes me sad, and will offend. Your face, like a vision, in my mind would form and fade My earthly life is feeble, weak, impotent Think of me today, turn not away Grateful for my power and size My head was agitated such with her fragrant hair For the well being of the rose made its plea. Whoever charismatically becomes the king Your flowing spirit stirs up dust of the slain. wind, flowers sorts Where is sensible action, & my The victorious queen is in awe of your lock In his Bustan, for example, spiritual Saadi uses the mundane world as a spring board to propel himself beyond the earthly realms. Saadi Shirazi; Alcume: سعدی : Nacemento: c. 1210 Shiraz: Falecemento: 1291, 1292 e 1293 Shiraz: Soterrado: Mausoleum of Saadi Shirazi: Nacionalidade: Império Corásmio, Salghurids e Ilcanato: Relixión: Sunnismo: Alma máter: Al-Nizamiyya of Baghdad: Ocupación: poeta e escritor: Coñecido por: Gulistan de Sadi e Bostan [ editar datos en Wikidata: Abdullah Sa'di. Like dawn, I blow one breath to see your face None can heal the pain of longing, my friend. tips With bricks of wine build towers of love, Narcissus' eyes from poppy will grow pale. Retrieved from ” https: Tughral later enters service of the wealthy Delhi Sultanateand Saadi is invited to Delhi and later visits the Vizier of Gujarat. Thank God, I am not ashamed of me and of my friend. Your beauty, the rose bud, aside brush; In the I will speak no more of my elation, I trust If you drink wine, let a drop or two That at the abode of the Magi spent a week. the Right Than all the world, that Soul is better. Strings of the harp sing out the same advice Let not your fate and lot, mishaps for you devise That I cry out and shout Spend your days free from blame & concerns To years of patience with life’s hailstorm and gale. Your beauty, your beauty, my only reference. as Saadi sang in earlier ages, Ask not of my pain and need for a cure. In my drunken state, no-one gives me wine, candle-like. I kiss and touch the ground that is your base. I said, from Looking up, on high, Virtue, goodness, piety O you, the owner of the harvest Say, speak of this while examining my eye-sight. A. Hart Edwards, at, complete Ghazals of Sheikh Saadi in original Persian single free pdf file uploaded by Javed Hussen, Poetry, Mysticism, Irfan, Metaphysics, logic, ethics. Saadi lived in isolated refugee camps where he met bandits, Imams, men who formerly owned great wealth or commanded armies, intellectuals, and ordinary people. the tempestuous whirlpool Gulistan is a renowned Islamic religious book by the famous Islamic poet Sheikh Saadi. Butterfly of my soul, Beloved seeks Raise your hat, throw aside the mask you've worn. Ignorant put me through so much pain, O ask me not. Nobody talks of the Egyptian sugar Else, there, you can trace, there is no weakness that I followed my guidance to the detail. Those sweet lips, those sweet lips, my sentence. Let your stature rise up tall and lush, Cease not the sweetness your tongue outward throws. Ordered me to drink much from my lover's sweet lips Else you must weather tyranny’s storm. He wrote many books but got fame with Bostan and Gulistan. Whoever was intimate with his heart, Unsourced material may be challenged and removed. Master keeps his servants in good form. And if I arrive there sane and sound Enslaved to your love, from both worlds I am free. Let the pen write from the heart that is joyous and free. "The enemy were a pack of leopards, and as strong as elephants. I am now crucified, resurrection with her lies. In our head the thought of your love I'd sing a song, then drink without delay. The radiance of your goodness That on my last day I take the bitter pill. My youth returns to me every time your name I speak. I'd use as eye-liner, if I could, the very dust His lyrics are to be found in Ghazaliyat (Lyrics) and his odes in Qasa'id (Odes) . From the abode of the Magi don’t turn away Choose where you bestow thy grace, your cheeks blush, You said, this night-farer knows He is recognized not only for the quality of his writing, but also for the depth of his social thoughts. Only when I’m dust, your mercy can entertain; Also many books are difficult to obtain. Fate rode the sun and moon’s steed. He finally returns to Persia where he meets his childhood companions in Isfahan and other cities. Prostrated, with this dust I find myself entwined. The green grass feels like Paradise; In our creed, logic and sanity we mock. The sun is up, it is now dawn-break. Month of Sha'aban put not down the jug of wine Renovation of the world - the mission given to me. It was our gown, forever to the tavern was assigned. Like a boiling pot, express my effervescence. Though many times I stepped from peak to peak. Played in drunkenness, and found a cure for this wine. I seized the opportunity of flight, for only a fool strives with Fate. If I am Master of poetic verse and scale Forgive me and let me make peaceful amends. Firmaments, themselves, the knowing minds hound.     You said your sorrows will end. I give up my desires to fulfill those of my friend. For my welfare, you have no care, I complain To think I can grow without the nurturing hand and          And Those who enter the tavern, openly share. Tell me of my friend, my messenger of You've thrown the gentle cup and tender wine away For pain of Love, doctors have no remedy. Harp music and scent of wine, the officer reports. Bring me to my Beloved hair, in one place? O what a light, such a delight, how can it so brightly shine? If they come to us a moment, and sit The beauty of all the lovers Hafiz gracefully declines from taking the head chair Then brought them down at its own behest. Yet when joy in their hearts will appear, becomes At Halab Saadi joins a group of Sufis who had fought arduous battles with the Crusaders. With the sigh of morning breeze I rise higher. And if one day upon that lock you see my heart, Others delight in pleasure and luxury, A hundred perfumes, you've kept stored up your sleeves Thank God for union, time to consummate. Whoever, to your face, such cheerful colors gave Neither power nor gold, can impose. Saadi experienced a youth of poverty and hardship, and left his native town at a young age for Baghdad to pursue a better education. I am happy with the vision of my mate. To the tavern let us speed burn To the drunken say not secrets of the Your snowcapped cheekbones supply water of grace I asked the Master of the tavern to show me salvation Being showered by your grace, there is no one who is The union that I seek, When with you, I stay Yet you let the vision and image of your Beloved fade. With its perfume, the morning breeze unlocks those beautiful locks The curl of those dark ringlets, many hearts to shreds strips. In the face of jealousy, with humbleness yourself It’s a shrine where the drunkards abound. Emerson, who read Saadi only in translation, compared his writing to the Bible in terms of its wisdom and the beauty of its narrative. It is my name and my fame And the petals seem so droll, Amidst friends, Hafiz's Pick a flower from the face of the bearer O Thou compassionate one, life giver and the wise Intoxication pleases my Beloved and my Lord The Tavern became alive with my prayer and my sound. Left home, drunk with ale, what does it mean? Hafiz, separation is not at tragedy, While I pray that thy ever increasing bounty remain. My heart rent, and then left a bloody streak. He is also known for a number of works in Arabic. candle-like. was bound In the hope of union, swiftly left my memory. The nightingale cries, who painted this flowery scene? Replied insane lovers are always put in chain. If slaves of everyone the Wise King has made Rules of the cup are in command. As a bird of Paradise, to parting I did agree Solomon's stories I steal The worldly wise advised me to leave love behind You water your flowers with my tears' assistance. Fire is the flame of a heap of moths that lightning has just struck. Running from love and grace has never been my way. Our Divine gift from the day that God made sea and land My heart and soul put my heart and soul in suspense For Western students, Bustan and Gulistan have a special attraction; but Saadi is also remembered as a great panegyrist and lyricist, the author of a number of masterly general odes portraying human experience, and also of particular odes such as the lament on the fall of Baghdad after the Mongol invasion in 1258. God seem like fraud This earth and sky is no more than a bleeding sieve From armies take their toll, Because of his ruby seal Download PDF. Though many jewels and rings of gold, hands and trick of the eyes People of the mosque with the church debate. And the ones who in praise sing Hafiz's song, are Only with the Beloved, I can be & can try I am the magical poet whose magic words Humble heart and sweet tongue is best for thee. is not. With whom can I share that she brought me my demise Those who sell themselves, meet the wine-seller's glare Reviews There are no reviews yet. Strangers to the path will not see my face frowned. From my ashes, like Phoenix I rose paled. Need your hunger, when beloved wants to be fed. lovers cajole, Seek in the tavern where cups stand. The works of the pious doubt Hafiz, let go of infamy and name, To the wine, they would assign, my life's design. display. Sweet lover and wine, whosoever forbade? I have become naught, speck of dust so fine. I will not tell another the tale of my broken heart; He is the apple of my eyes, light of my soul Ask the Father in Heaven, I am a helpless son. O bud, don't be upset with your fate and open up Please, please rise up, O sunshine of hope Love did not put its chains upon the mind Not your fault was the sins that were put into your clay Hermits patiently await your good vision I said, your sweet and red wine Till His breeze settles His dust upon my lap as my prize Master painter was helpless in awe of your beauty I'd drink to the corner of the altar, old and gray. For He is benevolent and bountiful with compassion. And fame and high place, I despise and debase. My eyes upon the composure, calm & bland of my Your cure is your cure, Hafiz, your defense For dervishes, piety and sensibility make no sense Last night till time of dawn, I prayed and plead. Don’t become every room’s candle Union in separation, and light in the darkness you see. Paperback. King of the world is my slave on such a day in such a place. I am thirsty in my desert, lead me to clear waters Somber, laden on the path, I was the only freak. unruly with pride, with a candle’s zeal your flame will rise That his healing hands upon the needy laid. Breath by breath, your scented breeze I must inhale He mentions the Qadis, Muftis of Al-Azhar, the grand Bazaar, music and art. He sat in remote teahouses late into the night and exchanged views with merchants, farmers, preachers, wayfarers, thieves, and Sufi mendicants. Thoughts of friendship start? If you are not in love, then shame! With the grace of the Master, radiantly shine. Many tales by many are told. O minstrel, with what tune was inspired to head for Iraq In the hope of union, my very life,          God was with me while by my For years I followed the drunken after lock. Why such cruelty must endure the soul? Cupid's arrow, Hafiz's heart tore and cleaved Whatever is in this world, at your command are they Gulistan is mainly in prose and contains stories and personal anecdotes. "The tomb of Saadi of Shiraz will scent of love, even a thousand years after his death". To the tavern to cure my hundred day headache. Hopeful of that angel’s enterprise. The unsettled … For Thee, in the mosque and the tavern, my time, I spent; United the knots of my doing and of the budding heart If my song is out of tune, I lose my spot. wrung after wrung, were strung and hung Cause your beauty my passion's fire has fanned. side was my bride. O minstrel say good fortune is now mine. May your goodness always increase And the times you are away Secrets of your beauty and grace, there is no head where is not. me some wine O, what exalted sunrise, what It helped many kings majestically rise scent Whatever the rook may play, we'll knock it down I cannot find my friend upon the path that I trot To open up the secrets that in my heart are jailed. Fell in the trap of life and worldly tragedy. How is his state? Let us turn away towards the tavern, from hence In response, Saadi took his nom de plume from the name of the local prince, Sa'd ibn Zangi. The bouquet of the bouquet will flow amidst the grass and crop. Last night came good news that said, O Hafiz At the break of dawn from sorrows I Transmuted into tears, our jealous eyes mystified. With my tearful lamentations, weave many a tale. Pass easy if free from destination's confusions. It’s just, I deserve; why to others I make my plea? I detected aggression in your piercing eyes This is love's sorrowful route. Prayer is long and stale, time is frail. Saadi visited Jerusalem and then set out on a pilgrimage to Mecca and Medina. The expanse of universe, your arena and your hall Intoxicated with those eyes, where do I find my cup? One day bestow thy grace upon this mendicant’s state. Than youthful luck, old wisdom is better. The secret of my love is well kept within my heart Neither can fade, nor are weak, Wine, imagination will find Saadi mentions honey-gatherers in Azarbaijanfearful of Mongol plunder. With every song, the bearer would give me a cup O fortunate moon, remember me, Hafiz In his reference article entitled as Moments with Poet Saadai, Dr Saadat Noury wrote that, "Saadi died in his hometown of Shiraz. Saadi in a Rose garden, from a Mughal manuscript of his work Gulistanc. Passage of time and the stars, are but what we fantasize Your head is sober from the wine of Love Beside my tomb bring minstrels and wine Your face radiated, and still saw angels were loveless Designer of the world designed our path Breath in flowers and wine replete Each blade of grass speaks of its life's tale With the help of this trickster merry-go-round Saadi was not only welcomed to the city but was respected highly by the ruler and enumerated among the greats of the province. Hundred years hence, if by chance you pass my grave I longed for health and bliss, but alas Bostan was the first book of Sheikh Sharfuddin Bin Muslih. None like Hafiz, the mask of He composed a plethora of internationally famous poems. In addition to the Bustan and Gulistan, Saadi also wrote four books of love poems ghazalsand number of longer mono-rhyme poems qasidas in both Persian and Arabic. I kiss the cup that me apprise Saadi Shirazi. Finally, when Beloved's beautiful curls find, put egos behind. town, east of the cup Based on your majesty, Paradise you install. My self and ego thwart. scaled. Before I am back to dust, into the air I rise up. Without your beautiful vision, my day is night The peculiar blend of human kindness and cynicism, humour, and resignation displayed in Saadi's works, together with a tendency to avoid the hard dilemma, make him, to many, the most typical and lovable writer in the world of Iranian culture. I know not that in this trade, what profit it could ever find. With the help of his uncle, Saadi completed his early education in Shiraz. Bride of the World, in goodness, extreme Without the finger of lovers Every moment I fear death, otherwise. Cast a glance at Hafiz in rags, a kiss, a word. I spend my whole life in pursuit till I die Fragrance of oriental perfumes do not begin to Other than of the Beloved, I think not. Book of Kings, and its readers have all sworn. My eyes, evil seeds have never sown. A thousand times I have inquired of this trend. Angelic Beauty, my name and fame inspire. Show me your beauty, O graceful beloved of mine Though sweetness of the tongue, kingship implies, Good company happens to be the ultimate crown. If my tears turn ruby color, say naught a knot Though your eyes bloomed as flowers, In the polo game of life I entertain, O ask me not. What does it mean? O Majesty, may we be touched by your grace Said, "on the day He hammered the world’s first From cursed Satan springs no gain for me. For wine and Beloved, I fear none I distrust. That holy night, to the New Life was enslaved. To the servants whom your passage extolled. Whose bosom enfolds her & whose fingers her hair That in the morn I make a start. Each moment, a new pain becomes my new remedy. It is unfair if your aid is stayed. Solace to my soul, calmer of my heart’s cries. Beware my friend, my soul your soul replace. A traveler From beyond entered our midst, let her now rest I have something to say my dear, hear In Love's Tavern, the Angelic array, Hafiz, burn all the masks that you have worn & stored Soft eyes, smiling lips, and happy heart with her lies. Choose the wine because, fate cheats and extorts. If you have seen what I have, and still deny me my Why beg this thief that gold & silver returns? When laughter like red rubies to my That is veiled and with eyes can’t be found. I break promise, not the bowl, O my rivals, To the candle of the sanctuary of the right. It takes a gem to know a gem, a worm, a worm. text-align: center; From the Beloved learn to love what is good Than those words, Hafiz's is Whether I’m good or bad, you judge yourself; message from my friend On my deathbed, when I rise is but a gem that is dear A mere fantasy, this endeavor Nor the teacher can fully understand. 5.0 out of 5 stars 5. Are only a few Narcissus may mock your ways, you keep calm, features beautified. His lyrics are to be found in Ghazaliyat ("Lyrics") ... (File size, compiled in pdf format: 485 KB). And the tallest cedars simply crush. my word Faithful in your love, my fame has O heart make your living so that if you slip Strangers do not befriend, None like thee could anyone ever draw or speak. How can I kiss those lips, majestic, grand? Excuse for drinking wine, playing the reed. Contact Us, Saadi in a Rose garden, from a Mughal manuscript of the Gulistan, ca. Heed the advice of the wise, make your most endeared goal, The unsettled conditions following the Mongol invasion of Khwarezm and Iran led him to wander for 30 years abroad through Anatolia (he visited the Port of Adana, and near Konya he met proud Ghazi landlords), Syria (he mentions the famine in Damascus), Egypt (of its music and Bazaars its clerics and elite class), and Iraq (the port of Basra and the Tigris river). Wash away all our knowledge with red wine, Since the church bells call the call that for pilgrimage equips. With your name, Satan's hands are cut and torn. This poor and impoverished house of Fate can't satiate You said, there are very few who even try. In the spring, open your heart to Hafiz, your poems invaded Fars The lover who drinks this nocturnal brew Self-restraint and piety is what everyone exhorts. In thy longing, I have become wise and meek. In the morning breeze, your scent, Unwise Elders will blame Hafiz please help, or else fate will astound, I promise to enter the first tavern on my round. Regarding the importance of professions Saadi writes:. With a whiff of what it's all about. where I pray With your long curled eyelashes I am tired of this life, jealousy eats away my heart They are, as he himself puts it, two almond kernels in the same shell. Hafiz’s soul, your ruby lips ease the things that from the temple would hide. 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