That fickle one, the hard-hearted love of mine,
is a warm light for others but a fire that burns everything I own.
You who are at peace with everyone yet at odds only with me:
the fault is not yours; the blame lies with my luck.
Explanation: The image of the beloved as a candle giving others gentle light while scorching the poet plays on the double role of fire as both warmth and destruction.
Original · Persian
رباعی شمارهٔ ۱۹
آن سست وفا که یار دلسخت من است
شمع دگران و آتشِ رخت من است
ای با همه کس به صلح و با ما به خلاف
جرم از تو نباشد گنه از بخت من است