The physician for this illness of my sorrow is someone else, which is why I do not take medicine from any other doctors.

Here, the poet looks at heartache as a tender, stubborn ailment that ordinary doctors simply cannot understand or heal. The only true healer ('hakeem') for this sorrow is the beloved, whose single glance or gesture holds the actual cure. Rejecting every other medicine shows the beautiful obstinacy of love—a lover would rather live with the pain than seek solace anywhere else.