In the state of separation, we keep staring at the doors and walls, looking sometimes at the morning breeze and sometimes at the messenger in hope of news.

This couplet beautifully captures the restless ache of separation and the endless agony of waiting. Trapped inside with longing, the lover continuously stares at the doors and walls, startled by every shadow and silence. Their desperate hope flits between the morning breeze (saba)—traditionally thought to carry the beloved’s scent—and the physical messenger (naama-bar) who might bring a letter. It is a tender, relatable portrait of a heart suspended between agonizing patience and fragile hope.