Number 12

RubāʿīIraqi style
English

Number 12

The holiday has come, yet my pain stays the same, and the single grief I carried has become a thousand. My true holiday is the sight of that beloved face; so what do I care for anyone else's holiday?
Explanation: The 'holiday' is Eid, a time of public celebration that only sharpens the poet's private sorrow. The beloved's face is his only real feast.

Original · Persian

شمارهٔ ۱۲

عید آمد و درد برقرارست مرا وآن غم که یکی بود هزارست مرا
چون عید ز روی آن نگارست مرا با عید دگر کسان چه کارست مرا؟