Though I can't reach the hem of that moon-faced beauty,
thank God my hand isn't kept from my own collar.
Even in her absence she comforts her friends;
how happy is the one whose state no one knows of.
Explanation: In the first couplet, reaching for one's own collar is a classic gesture of grief and self-tearing; the poet finds bitter consolation in being free at least to mourn.
Original · Persian
شمارهٔ ۹
گرچه ما را دسترس بر دامن آن ماه نیست
شکرلله از گریبان دست ما کوتاه نیست
میکند دلجویی احباب ما را بیحضور
وقت آن کس خوش که از حالش کسی آگاه نیست