There are so many sorrows attached to a single life; this existence is merely like death and not true life at all.

This couplet captures the sheer exhaustion of carrying endless sorrows within a single, fragile human soul. The poet draws a striking contrast between mere biological existence and true vitality ('hayaat'), suggesting that enduring relentless grief makes living feel like a slow, prolonged death rather than real life. It is an aching, intimate sigh about how painfully heavy the burden of simply surviving can sometimes become.