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 damaged his heart,
but now, for no reason, his Friend forgives that,
and turns, and walks back up to his door.
More about the poet: https://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hafez