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