Spring and all its flowers  
 by Hafiz  
   
 Spring and all its flowers  
 now joyously break their vow of silence.  
 It is time for celebration, not for lying low;  
 You too — weed out those roots of sadness from your heart.  
 The Sabaa wind arrives;  
 and in deep resonance, the flower  
 passionately rips open its garments,  
 thrusting itself from itself.  
 The Way of Truth, learn from the clarity of water,  
 Learn freedom from the spreading grass.  
 Pay close attention to the artistry of the Sabaa wind,  
 that wafts in pollen from afar,  
 And ripples the beautiful tresses  
 of the fields of hyacinth flowers.  
 From the privacy of the harem, the virgin bud slips out,  
 revealing herself under the morning star,  
 branding your heart and your faith  
 with beauty.  
 And frenzied bulbul flies madly out of the House of Sadness  
 to unite with the flowers;  
 its love-crazed cry like a thousand-trumpet blast.  
 Hafiz says, and the experienced old ones concur:  
 All you really need  
 is to tell those Stories  
 of the Fair Ones and the Goblet of Wine.  
   
 Gentleman,  
 What is it about the spring that creates desire? Is it the beautiful weather or is it the beautiful women? I hope the season has awakened your senses. Come and see me soon.  
 XOXOXO  
 Chanel