All other sympathizers have finished offering their comfort; now, only sorrow itself remains to console my sorrow.

This couplet captures the poignant reality of prolonged suffering: eventually, even the kindest comforters exhaust their sympathy and walk away. Through a poignant personification, the poet turns grief itself into the final, devoted companion that refuses to leave. When the entire world tires of wiping your tears, your sorrow becomes the only familiar presence left to keep you company.