Today, when seeing you is a holiday for me,
the brand of your absence turns my chest into a garden of hope.
The rosy color of your face comes from the blood of my heart;
otherwise, paleness is the sun's natural lot.
Explanation: The poet claims the beloved's rosy glow is borrowed from the blood of his grieving heart, while the sun, by nature, is pale. The 'brand' or scar of love paradoxically blooms into hope.
Original · Persian
شمارهٔ ۱۸
امروز که دیدار تو ما را عیدست
از داغ تو سینه گلشن امیّدست
گلگونة روی تو ز خون دل ماست
ورنه زردی لازمة خورشیدست