This tough-lived soul remained unsatisfied with being killed, because as the dagger struck, the executioner's arm grew weary and stopped.

Here, the poet uses a touch of dark irony to express the lover's deep exhaustion with life and his longing for peace. The speaker calls himself 'sakht-jaan'—someone cursed with a stubborn resilience—who desperately craves release at the hands of the beloved. Yet in a poignant twist, even the executioner's arm tires out and freezes before finishing the stroke, leaving the lover heartbroken that he was denied even the solace of death.