Look at our self-restraint: we listened to everyone and barely spoke our own mind; despite such eloquence and mastery of language, we turned out to be completely speechless.

There is a poignant irony at the heart of this couplet: possessing immense eloquence and mastery over language, yet choosing to swallow one's own grief and merely listen to the world. This restraint (zabt) is not born of weakness or a lack of words, but of profound dignity and silent endurance. It captures the tragic paradox of a sensitive soul who knows exactly how to speak their pain, yet chooses the weight of silence instead.