O Wali, due to the fire of separation from the tulip-faced beloved, this scar on my chest remains as a lasting keepsake.

Wali captures the tender paradox of love, where even heartbreak is treasured like a priceless gift. The separation from his radiant, tulip-faced beloved burns like fire, yet the scar it leaves on his chest isn't treated as a wound, but embraced as a sacred memento. Just as the wild tulip naturally carries a dark spot at its core, the lover proudly wears the mark of longing as proof of his devotion.