The morning breeze comes back and from the southern desert 

the lapwing returns

 

The dove’s soft song about roses

 I hear that again.

 

The tulip, who understands

 what the lily says,

 went away, but now she’s back
With the sound of a bell,

 strength and gentleness.

 Hafiz broke his vow and demaged his heart,

 but now, for no reason,

 his friend forgives that,

 and turns, and walks,

 back up to his door ~ Hafiz