Poem #90

O Hoopoe of the breeze, I send you to Sheba

look, from where to where I send you!

It is a pity for a bird like you to dwell in this dust-heap of grief

I send you to the nest of fidelity.

In Love's path, there is no near or far

I see you clearly, and I send you my prayers.

Morning and evening, I send a caravan of blessings to you

riding the north wind and the breeze.

Lest the army of grief ruin the heart's kingdom

I send you my own precious soul with a song.

O you who are hidden from sight but dwell in my heart

I send you praise and prayers.

Contemplate God's handiwork in your own face

for I send you a mirror that reflects the Divine.

So minstrels may tell of my longing for your grace

I send you poems and songs with lute and lyre.

Come, Cupbearer! The unseen voice brought good news

'Be patient with pain, for I send you the cure.'

Hafez, our assembly sings only of your goodness

hasten, for I send you a horse and a robe of honor.