O morning breeze, speak of the spring season and tell tales of that rose-cheeked beloved.

The poet speaks tenderly to the morning breeze (Saba), treating it like an old friend who has just wandered through the beloved's garden. In this romantic tradition, the arrival of spring and the radiance of the beloved are one and the same—to speak of blossoming roses is simply to speak of the lover's soft, glowing cheeks. It beautifully captures that longing heart's desire to just pause, listen, and lose itself in tales of the one it adores.