Look at the intensity of my weeping that whenever I cried in the agony of separation, the doors and walls of my tomb collapsed in an instant.

Here, the poet employs vivid hyperbole to capture the sheer devastation of longing in separation. Even death brings no quietude—when the tears of loneliness surge within the grave, they fall like a deluge so powerful that the stone walls and doors of his tomb instantly collapse. It is a haunting picture of a sorrow so boundless that even the finality of the grave cannot hold it in.