How long must I remain like a hermit burning incense at your doorstep? My very seat has been consumed by the act of waiting here.

This couplet beautifully contrasts the life of a detached ascetic (Jogi) with the overwhelming reality of intense love. The poet questions how long he must maintain an outwardly calm, spiritual existence. Yet, simply by sitting at the beloved's threshold, the sheer power of that devotion was so intense that it burned away his own sense of self, his comfort, and his established life. It's a powerful declaration that true passion defies all spiritual detachment.