Come, for my soul finds no rest, and I no longer have the strength to endure the cruelty of waiting.
The poet cries out to the beloved from the very edge of emotional exhaustion, begging them to return because the restless heart can no longer find peace. Waiting here is not merely a quiet longing; it is framed as 'bedaad'—a relentless tyranny that actively breaks the lover's spirit. It captures that fragile threshold of heartbreak where patience runs out completely, and only the beloved's presence can offer salvation.
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