In this struggle, what more trouble can we talk about, that spring has not come to every doorstep for us.

This powerful couplet speaks of deep, chronic despair. The poet suggests that complaining about further troubles is futile because the suffering is already so overwhelming. The line about the 'saba' (breeze) implies that even a gentle whisper of sorrow or misfortune is too much for the speaker to bear. It's a profound expression of having reached the limit of emotional endurance.