One night, when I counted the scars upon my heart, the stars of the eighth heaven turned out to be far fewer in number.

Here, the poet uses striking poetic hyperbole to measure the sheer vastness of his grief. In classical cosmology, the 'eighth heaven' is the sphere of fixed stars, home to an unimaginable multitude of lights across the universe. By comparing the glowing scars upon his wounded heart to those celestial lights and finding the stars far fewer, he captures how deeply boundless his silent suffering truly is.