I will not plead with anyone else to increase my pain; like the killer's mocking smile, my wound is already full of salt from head to toe.

Ghalib speaks here of a lover's fierce pride—he refuses to look to any outsider to intensify or validate his suffering. In a breathtaking metaphor, he compares his open wound to the mocking smile of his killer, whose flashing white teeth look like grains of salt burning into flesh. The beloved's cruelty is already so absolute and intoxicatingly painful that no other torment in the world could ever add to it.