Number 7

RubāʿīIraqi style
English

Number 7

If I open my lips tonight and let my grief pour out, my burning breath would scorch the very stars in the sky. Come, morning, make an effort too; maybe together we can turn this night into day.
Explanation: The poet's sorrow is so intense that his sighs could burn the stars; he asks the dawn to help him defeat the darkness.

Original · Persian

شمارهٔ ۷

گر بگشایم ز غصّه امشب لب را بر چرخ بسوزم از نفس کوکب را
ای صبح بیا تو نیز جانی می کن باشد که بهم روز کنیم این شب را