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