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 1 V(*)   |        Hafiz lies buried: the stream Ruknabad flows near at hand.~
 2 XI     |     Save that beside a mighty stream, wide-fed,~We sit and sing
 3 XVIII  |    breath of dawn, and mine~A stream of tears, since lover and
 4 XXIV   |      cypress-tree~Beside that stream may rear her lofty stem,~
 5 XXVI   |     wilderness.~The murmuring stream of Ruknabad, the breeze~
 6 XXVI(*)|     battle "by the great Oxus stream, the yellow Oxus," a story
 7 XXVI(*)|  through the rock and cause a stream upon the other side of the
 8 XXVII  |     eyes have shed,~A crimson stream across the desert sped,~
 9 XXX    |   forbid!" I pray;~Its limpid stream where the shadows wait~Like
10 XXX(*) |   them one called Ruknabad, a stream of which the water is excellent
11 XXXV(*)| mysticism the innocent little stream might be induced to guide
12 XL     |          XL~* THE margin of a stream, the willow's shade,~A mind