All this movement and living depends solely on the ebb and flow of breath; this coming and going lasts only as long as breathing continues, after which there is no coming and no going.

The poet uses a brilliant play on the phrase 'aamad-o-shud' (coming and going) to reflect on the sheer fragility of our existence. All the noise, ambitions, and bustling transit of human life hinge entirely upon a single, delicate thread: the quiet rhythm of our breathing. Once this inhalation and exhalation ceases, the entire worldly spectacle halts forever, leaving behind neither any departure nor any return.