O Jigar, do not ask about the accumulation of separation; now this remaining life itself has become a torment for me.

Jigar Moradabadi captures the quiet tragedy of carrying on after heartbreak with deep, aching sincerity. The 'capital' or harvest of separation is mentioned with bitter irony; the only thing parting has left him with is his bare breath. Yet, far from being a blessing, merely staying alive without the beloved has turned into an ongoing torment, making existence itself an unbearable burden.