Alas, what has happened to my disposition; now even sorrow no longer brings any sense of comfort or relief.

In Urdu poetry, grief is often celebrated as a gentle companion because feeling pain at least proves that the heart is still alive and capable of feeling. Here, however, the poet has descended into a terrifying state of emotional numbness where even sorrow can no longer offer its bittersweet, cathartic comfort. It is a poignant lament for a heart so profoundly exhausted that even sadness has lost its solace, leaving behind absolute emotional emptiness.