Death alone is his health and death alone is his cure; the one afflicted with the illness of love does not know what medicine even is.

In the ghazal tradition, love is often portrayed not as a mere feeling, but as a consuming, incurable affliction of the soul. Earthly medicine is useless to the lover, whose pain is far beyond any physical diagnosis. In a poignant paradox, death is not seen as an end to be feared, but as the ultimate healing—the only sanctuary where the torment of longing finally rests.