Curiousity of inside heart !?

It's a stone of sadness, won't get wet with tear.  Even  thousand glow worms can't make darkness disappear. At times even in rains, healthy climbers  dry up.  For green trees to fall, no weather is clear.  Many people keep heart with so much care. No rain can moisten that paper my dear. If with misunderstanding, we had parted O pal.  Neither you would feel bad, nor I, O dear.  Keep these tears, like dew drops on flowers.  Ghazal is a feeling, from sadness keep it clear.