Here, with this burning of the heart, life's respite lasts only as long as a single cry; even then, do not leap about restlessly like wild rue seeds tossed onto fire.

Mir paints a striking picture here using 'sipand'—wild rue seeds that crackle, leap, and turn to ash the very moment they strike hot embers. He reminds us that our life, wrapped in the fire of the heart, lasts merely as long as a single cry. Since our fleeting existence is so heartbreakingly brief, why carry on with such frantic restlessness or pride? It is a gentle, melancholic reminder to walk with humility and quiet grace in a transient world.