If my beloved would give me an honest answer, weeping tears of blood I would ask whose tear-filled eyes rubbed against their feet, causing the henna's color to wash away from their soles.

Here, the poet captures an agonizing moment of jealousy and heartbreak with stunning visual poetry. Noticing that the red henna has vanished from the beloved's soles, the lover desperately suspects that a rival bowed down and washed it away with weeping eyes. A simple, delicate detail—faded henna—is transformed into an unbearable proof of betrayal and intimate devotion given to someone else.