O lapwing of the east wind! to Saba, I send thee: Behold from where to where, I send thee!
Alas! a bird like thee in the dust-heap of grief: Hence to the nest of fidelity, I send thee.
In love’s Path, is no stage of nearness or of farness: I clearly see Thee; and prayer, I send Thee.
Every morning and evening, the Kafila of prayer for Thy welfare, In company with the north and the east wind, I send Thee.
So long as grief’s army ruineth not the heart’s country, Words and odes, with melody and modulation, I send thee.
O Fellow-sitter of my heart! Thou that becomest hidden from sight, Prayer, I utter for Thee; praise, I send Thee.
The creation of God, behold in thy own face; For the mirror, God-displaying, I send thee.
Saki! come; for the invisible messenger uttered to me glad tidings, “In pain, exercise patience; for the remedy of union, I send Thee.”
Hafez! the song of our assembly is the mention of thy welfare: Make haste. A horse and a coat, I send Thee.
