How can one be compatible with the illness of love? To live along with this sorrow, it seems impossible.

This profound couplet explores the agony of deep, incurable love. The poet questions whether any medicine (dawa) can truly cure the ailment of the lover. The answer, devastatingly, is no—the suffering is so intrinsic to existence that the mere act of living feels like a continuous torment. It speaks to that beautiful, painful paradox where love itself becomes the inescapable fate.