Why should I narrate the tale of my beloved's love to the heedless? Listeners are easy to find, but one who truly understands the pain cannot be found.

The poet touches on the quiet loneliness of profound sorrow: the world is full of curious ears eager to be entertained, but almost devoid of hearts willing to share the weight of grief. Love’s journey isn't just a casual tale; it demands an intimate kinship with heartache—a true 'dard-aashna'. Without that shared emotional vulnerability, recounting one's deepest wounds to the indifferent feels pointless, reducing sacred suffering to mere idle chatter.