I wanted to hold them back and not let them go, even if it cost me my life. I tried thousands of tricks and millions of spells, but they still did not stay.

Here, the poet captures that frantic, desperate heartache of trying to hold on to someone who is slipping away, even at the cost of one's own life. He exhausts every trick, charm, and magical plea known to the world, bargaining helplessly against fate. The haunting, four-fold repetition of 'na raha' tolls like an echo of absolute loss, leaving behind only the cold silence of an inevitable departure.