Hafez · At dawn the nightingale told the breeze
سحر بلبل حکایت با صبا کردکه عشق روی گل با ما چه‌ها کرد
از آن رنگ رخم خون در دل افتادوز آن گلشن به خارم مبتلا کرد
غلام همت آن نازنینمکه کار خیر بی روی و ریا کرد
من از بیگانگان دیگر ننالمکه با من هر چه کرد آن آشنا کرد
گر از سلطان طمع کردم خطا بودور از دلبر وفا جستم جفا کرد
خوشش باد آن نسیم صبحگاهیکه درد شب نشینان را دوا کرد
نقاب گل کشید و زلف سنبلگره بند قبای غنچه وا کرد
به هر سو بلبل عاشق در افغانتنعم از میان باد صبا کرد
بشارت بر به کوی می فروشانکه حافظ توبه از زهد ریا کرد
You may have been hurt not by strangers but by someone close, and the verse acknowledges that this cuts deepest. Hafez does not dwell on grievance; he turns towards the morning breeze, which brings a cure to those who have stayed awake through a long night. Something is about to open, as the bud loosens its knot. Value those who do good quietly, without show, and let go of pretence in yourself. Sincerity is the good news this verse carries, and it is yours to share.
At dawn the nightingale told its tale to the east wind:
"See what love for the rose's face has done to us!"
"Because of the colour of that face, blood fell into my heart,
and from that rose garden I was afflicted with thorns."
I am the slave of the aspiration of that dear one
who did good without show or hypocrisy.
I will no longer complain of strangers,
for whatever was done to me, that familiar one did.
If I hoped for something from the sultan, it was a mistake;
and if I sought faithfulness from the heart-stealer, she was cruel.
May that morning breeze be happy,
which brought a cure to the pain of those who sit up through the night.
It drew back the veil of the rose and the curl of the hyacinth,
and loosened the knot on the bud's tunic.
On every side the lover nightingale is lamenting,
and in their midst the east wind has taken its delight.
Take the good news to the lane of the wine-sellers:
Hafez has repented of hypocritical piety.