Hafez · Ghazal 81 · At dawn the bird spoke to the rose
صبحدم مرغ چمن با گل نوخاسته گفتناز کم کن که در این باغ بسی چون تو شکفت
گل بخندید که از راست نرنجیم ولیهیچ عاشق سخن سخت به معشوق نگفت
گر طمع داری از آن جام مرصع می لعلای بسا در که به نوک مژه‌ات باید سفت
تا ابد بوی محبت به مشامش نرسدهر که خاک در میخانه به رخسار نرفت
در گلستان ارم دوش چو از لطف هوازلف سنبل به نسیم سحری می‌آشفت،
گفتم: «ای مسند جم! جام جهان‌بینت کو؟»گفت: «افسوس که آن دولت بیدار بخفت!»
سخن عشق نه آن است که آید به زبانساقیا می ده و کوتاه کن این گفت و شنفت
اشک حافظ، خرد و صبر، به دریا انداختچه کند؟ سوز غم عشق نیارست نهفت
A word of honest advice may be on its way to you, or you may be about to give one. Hafez shows both sides in the rose and the bird: truth is welcome, but love speaks it gently. He also reminds you that what is precious asks for humility and sincere effort, sometimes tears, before it is given. Not everything can be said in words; some things are better shown. Be modest in your success, kind in your honesty, and let your actions speak for your heart.
At dawn the bird of the meadow said to the newly opened rose:
"Be less proud, for many like you have bloomed in this garden."
The rose laughed: "The truth does not hurt us, but
no lover ever spoke harsh words to his beloved."
If you want ruby wine from that jewelled cup,
ah, how many pearls you must pierce with the tips of your lashes!
The scent of love will never reach the senses of anyone
who has not swept the dust of the tavern door with his cheek.
Last night in the garden of Eram, when, in the softness of the air,
the hyacinth's curl was stirred by the breeze of dawn,
I said, "O throne of Jamshid, where is your world-seeing cup?"
It said, "Alas, that wakeful fortune has fallen asleep."
The speech of love is not something that comes to the tongue;
saqi, give the wine, and cut short this talk and listening.
The tears of Hafez threw reason and patience into the sea:
what could he do? He could not hide the burning of love's grief.