Due to extreme sleeplessness in the nights of separation from the beloved, we have become like the flame of a candle, bearing the burning scar of the heat of our own tale.

Ghalib paints a vivid picture of enduring endless, sleepless nights in the deep agony of separation. He compares himself to the burning flame of a candle, poetically envisioned as a fiery 'tongue' that speaks its own tragic tale all night until it turns into a blackened scar. The lover is so utterly consumed by the fierce intensity of his own passion that he has become a living mark of his own heartbreak.