Alas, not even a single thread remains of my collar, and in this state of madness, there is nothing left to amuse or comfort my heart.
In classical Urdu poetry, tearing one's collar is the iconic gesture of wild, inconsolable grief and heartbreak. Here, the poet laments with poignant irony that he has ripped his garment so completely that not even a single loose thread remains to tear. The sorrow runs so deep that even the small catharsis of venting his frenzy through destructive madness has run out, leaving only hollow exhaustion.
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