From the dust of separation, whose beloved will rise from any other? My eyes are shedding a hundred ghazals in every direction.

This powerful couplet speaks of an unparalleled love. The poet asks, 'My beloved, from whom else will the dust of her path rise?' This establishes her unique, irreplaceable presence. The second line reveals the overwhelming nature of this longing: 'A hundred ghazals, in every direction, are my eyes seeing.' It suggests that the memory of the beloved is so pervasive that it is constantly weaving stories in every corner of the lover's life.