If I do not leave my being, what can I do to that one? I sit in the gathering, moving away from him.

This beautiful couplet explores the agonizing paradox of longing. The poet describes a situation where, even if he physically moves away, he feels trapped by the memory or the presence of the beloved. He sits in a gathering, maintaining distance, yet the mere act of separation is futile because the emotion itself is inescapable. It speaks to that deep, suffocating attachment that defies physical space.