Good news! The warm wind has come again,
the birds sing good news and will stay awhile.Morning bird, sing your beautiful song,
The king of flowers is blooming.Where is the master who knows the language of flowers?
He should ask them why they came, then left again?I am glad Allah's grace is always present,
my beautiful moon is true once more.The flower with a scent of the dawn wine
grew in my garden to ease its sore heart.My eyes fixed on the highway, looking for the caravan,
to be able to hear my heart sing
that the Beloved is arriving.Though Hafiz broke his loyalty because he was dismayed,
The Beloved is forgiving and will soon be here.
