The house is still accustomed to watching the flood, and the breach in the wall still acts like a telescope trained toward the entrance.

Ghalib paints a wonderfully vivid picture of a house ruined by a flood, which has now become addicted to the spectacle of its own destruction. The crack left behind in its shattered wall acts like a telescope, constantly scanning the horizon to catch another glimpse of the deluge. On an emotional level, it speaks of a heartbroken lover who grows so accustomed to the pain of love that they eagerly await the very storm that broke them.