If the story of my sigh is ever recounted to the morning breeze, the lamps of the roses would all be extinguished at once and shed their petals.

The poet plays wonderfully with the word 'gul', which means both a flowering rose and the snuffing out of a flame. Here, vibrant red roses are pictured as glowing lanterns that light up the garden with life. Yet the lover's sigh carries such burning sorrow that if the morning breeze were to simply whisper this grief to the garden, those radiant floral lamps would be extinguished on the spot, scattering their petals in despair.