I asked if she even knew that he breathed his last suffering in silence; she replied that if someone dies so quietly, how could she possibly know?

This couplet captures the heartbreaking indifference of the beloved with sharp, tragic irony. The speaker tries to evoke remorse by pointing out that the lover withered away in silence, dying purely of stifled longing. Yet, the beloved coolly shrugs it off, retorting that if someone perishes without making a sound, how can anyone be expected to notice? It lays bare the tragedy of devotion: the quiet dignity of a lover's suffering is turned into an excuse for the beloved's apathy.