Some new Majnun must have arrived in the prison stamping his feet, for the clanking sound of chains was never like this before.

Imagine hearing heavy iron chains clattering from inside a dark prison cell, but instead of the sound of someone groaning in pain, it sounds like an ecstatic, frenzied dance. The poet muses that a fresh lover—a new Majnun—must have just arrived in the prison of love, unable to contain his wild passion even in chains. It is a striking picture of how profound devotion transforms the weight of worldly suffering into joyful, musical abandon.