Hafez · Ghazal 388 · Spring and the rose
بهار و گل طرب‌انگیز گشت و توبه‌شکنبه شادی رخ گل بیخ غم ز دل بر کن
رسید باد صبا غنچه در هواداریز خود برون شد و بر خود درید پیراهن
طریق صدق بیاموز از آب صافی دلبه راستی طلب آزادگی ز سرو چمن
ز دستبرد صبا گرد گل کلاله نگرشکنج گیسوی سنبل ببین به روی سمن
عروس غنچه رسید از حرم به طالع سعدبعینه دل و دین می‌برد به وجه حسن
صفیر بلبل شوریده و نفیر هزاربرای وصل گل آمد برون ز بیت حزن
حدیث صحبت خوبان و جام باده بگوبه قول حافظ و فتوی پیر صاحب فن
Spring has come, and this ghazal invites you to pull sorrow out of your heart by the root. Even the nightingale has left its house of grief to greet the rose. Hafez offers two lessons from the garden: learn sincerity from water, which hides nothing, and learn freedom from the cypress, which stands straight. Let yourself open like the bud in the morning breeze. Whatever you have been carrying, this is a season that favours fresh beginnings, honesty and gladness. Step out of the house of sorrow and into the light.
Spring and the rose have grown joy-stirring and vow-breaking;
for joy of the rose's face, pull sorrow out of your heart by the root.
The morning breeze arrived; the bud, in devotion,
went out of itself and tore its shirt upon its body.
Learn the way of sincerity from water, pure of heart;
seek freedom, in uprightness, from the cypress of the meadow.
See, from the breeze's mischief, the curls around the rose;
see the twist of the hyacinth's tresses on the jasmine's face.
The bride of the bud has come from the inner chamber under a lucky star;
she steals heart and faith exactly by the way of beauty.
The cry of the frenzied nightingale and the call of the thousand-songed bird
have come out of the house of sorrow to meet the rose.
Speak of the company of the fair and of the cup of wine,
by Hafez's word and the ruling of the skilful elder.