Whose blood is often dripping with innate longing, when will he make a deliberate effort, this master of eulogy?

This profound couplet speaks to the deep emotional exhaustion of the devoted soul. The poet suggests that someone whose life is constantly stained by the wounds of sacrifice and betrayal (फ़ितराक) is too preoccupied with their own suffering to genuinely plan or intend anything for others. It's a melancholic reflection on the burden of devotion, implying that perpetual pain makes true connection impossible.