No one asks for the caravan of loyalty; it is as if the buyers of the heart's condition are dead.

This profound couplet speaks to the ultimate tragedy of unrecognized devotion. The poet suggests that although countless acts of loyalty and fidelity (the hundred caravans) have been performed, they go unnoticed. The real heartbreak lies in the second line: the audience, the connoisseurs, or the 'buyers' of the heart's deep emotion, are now gone. It's a poignant lament for love that shines brightly, yet finds no appreciative eyes.