Number 15

RubāʿīIndian/Isfahani style
English

Number 15

Tonight your sorrow burned my soul and spirit, and the fever racking your body set my own life on fire. From that fever that tortured you last night, even the marrow in my bones, boneless as it was, burned within me.
Explanation: The closing image plays on 'maghz' (marrow/brain), suggesting the poet burns down to his innermost core out of sympathy for the beloved's pain.

Original · Persian

شمارهٔ ۱۵

امشب ز غمت روح و روانم می‌سوخت وز تاب تب جسم تو جانم می‌سوخت
زان تب که شب دوش ترا داشت به رنج مغزی که نداشت استخوانم می‌سوخت