If I open the wounded chest, the salt will sprinkle; there is some fun in showing the wounds.

This profound couplet explores the complex relationship between pain and performance. The poet suggests that when he reveals his deep emotional wounds ('Seena-e-Majrooh'), the beloved reacts with pain (sprinkling salt). Yet, the speaker finds a strange, bittersweet pleasure in this act! It's the agony of realizing that your pain only holds meaning, and thus, only exists, in the eyes of the person who loves you. It's a painful, yet strangely intoxicating, form of validation.