Ghazal 174

Glad tidings, O heart! The morning breeze has come again —

the hoopoe of good news has returned from the land of Sheba.

Sing again, O bird of dawn, the melody of David,

for Solomon of the rose has returned from the wind of the air.

Where is a mystic who can understand the language of the lily,

to ask it: Why did it go, and why has it come back?

God-given grace showed me humanity and generosity —

that moon-faced idol returned by the way of faithfulness.

The tulip heard the scent of sweet wine from the morning's breath —

it was branded at heart, and came back hoping for a cure.

My eye remained fixed on the road for this caravan,

until the sound of the camel-bell reached the ear of my heart.

Though Hafez slammed the door of resentment and broke the pact,

see her grace — that she graciously returned through our door.