Yalda night poem

Yalda night, with a poem by Hazrat Hafez

On my head, if the wand comes to my hand, I will do something, so that the sadness will pass, this time is more bitter than the poison of another time, when the sugar comes, the nightingale in love with you will ask for life, so that the end of the garden will turn green and the flowers will grow, patience and victory both.…