Returning
 
The morning breeze comes back 
and from the southern desert 
the lapwing returns 
The dove's soft song about roses 
I hear that again. 

The tulip, who understands what the lily says, 
went away, but now she's back. 

With the sound of a bell, 
strength and gentleness. 

Hafiz broke his vow and damaged his heart, 
but now, for no reason, his Friend forgives that, 
and turns, and walks back up to his door.