Hafez · Ghazal 90 · Hoopoe of the morning breeze
ای هدهد صبا به سبا می‌فرستمتبنگر که از کجا به کجا می‌فرستمت
حیف است طایری چو تو در خاک‌دان غمزین جا به آشیان وفا می‌فرستمت
در راه عشق مرحله قرب و بعد نیستمی‌بینمت عیان و دعا می‌فرستمت
هر صبح و شام قافله‌ای از دعای خیردر صحبت شمال و صبا می‌فرستمت
تا لشکر غمت نکند ملک دل خرابجان عزیز خود به نوا می‌فرستمت
ای غایب از نظر که شدی هم‌نشین دلمی‌گویمت دعا و ثنا می‌فرستمت
در روی خود تفرج صنع خدای کنکآیینه خدای‌نما می‌فرستمت
تا مطربان ز شوق منت آگهی دهندقول و غزل به ساز و نوا می‌فرستمت
ساقی بیا که هاتف غیبم به مژده گفتبا درد صبر کن که دوا می‌فرستمت
حافظ، سرود مجلس ما ذکر خیر توستبشتاب هان که اسب و قبا می‌فرستمت
Someone you care for may be far away, or you may feel far from your own best self. Hafez reminds you that on the road of love there is no near or far: prayers and good wishes travel freely, morning and evening, on every wind. Send yours. And listen for the voice that brought him good news: be patient with your pain, for the cure is on its way. Look kindly at your own face; it, too, reflects something of the divine. Help is coming.
O hoopoe of the morning breeze, I am sending you to Sheba:
see from where to where I am sending you.
It is a pity for a bird like you to stay in this dust-heap of grief;
from here I send you to the nest of faithfulness.
On the road of love there is no stage of near or far:
I see you plainly, and I send you prayers.
Every morning and evening, a caravan of good prayers
I send you in the company of the north wind and the east.
So that the army of your grief may not lay waste the kingdom of the heart,
I send you my own dear soul as a pledge.
O you, absent from sight, who have become the heart's companion,
I say prayers for you and send you praise.
Look in your own face upon the wonder of God's making,
for I am sending you a mirror that shows God.
So that the minstrels may tell you of my longing,
I send you songs and ghazals with instrument and tune.
Saqi, come, for the voice from the unseen gave me the good news:
"Be patient with your pain, for I am sending you the cure."
Hafez, the song of our gathering is the praise of you:
hurry now, for I am sending you a horse and a robe.