Why should not every single hair prick like a sharp sting in the frenzy of madness? After all, the digging of the thorn of sorrow inside your mad lover is entirely unique.

The poet captures the raw, visceral agony of intense longing, where emotional heartbreak manifests as genuine physical pain. In this state of frenzy, even the lover's own body hair feels like razor-sharp needles piercing the skin from the inside out. The thorn of this particular grief is unlike any ordinary sorrow—it burrows deep into the lover's very being in a uniquely tormenting and intimate way.