Who would recount and who would listen to the story of the heart's sorrow? There must at least be an opportunity in the gathering to express one's thoughts.

This couplet captures the quiet ache of wanting to unburden your heart, only to find the room too indifferent or crowded for genuine listening. The poet wonders who could possibly share or receive such deep sorrow when the gathering itself offers no space or moment of sincerity. It speaks to that familiar loneliness where emotions stay trapped inside simply because the world is too rushed to pay attention.