Hafez · Breeze, tell that graceful gazelle
صبا به لطف بگو آن غزال رعنا راکه سر به کوه و بیابان تو داده ای ما را
شکرفروش که عمرش دراز باد چراتفقدی نکند طوطی شکرخا را
غرور حسنت اجازت مگر نداد ای گلکه پرسشی نکنی عندلیب شیدا را
به خلق و لطف توان کرد صید اهل نظربه بند و دام نگیرند مرغ دانا را
ندانم از چه سبب رنگ آشنایی نیستسهی قدان سیه چشم ماه سیما را
چو با حبیب نشینی و باده پیماییبه یاد دار محبان بادپیما را
جز این قدر نتوان گفت در جمال تو عیبکه وضع مهر و وفا نیست روی زیبا را
در آسمان نه عجب گر به گفته حافظسرود زهره به رقص آورد مسیحا را
Someone who once mattered to you seems distant now, and you may be wondering why they no longer ask after you. Hafez sends his message through the gentle breeze, not through complaint, and so should you: kindness wins hearts where pressure only frightens them away. If you are in a happy place, remember those who are still waiting. If you are the one waiting, take comfort that sincere words carry far. A soft, well-timed word may reopen a door that seemed closed.
O east wind, tell that graceful gazelle, gently,
that it is you who sent us out to the mountains and the desert.
The sugar-seller, may his life be long, why
does he not ask after the sugar-tasting parrot?
Did the pride of your beauty not permit you, O rose,
to ask after the frenzied nightingale?
By good nature and kindness one can win the people of insight;
the wise bird is not caught with bonds and snares.
I do not know for what reason there is no hue of friendship
in the tall, dark-eyed, moon-faced ones.
When you sit with the beloved and measure out the wine,
remember the lovers who measure out only the wind.
No more than this can be said as a fault in your beauty:
that the way of love and faithfulness is not in that lovely face.
In heaven it is no wonder if, to the words of Hafez,
the song of Venus sets the Messiah dancing.