I told the beloved that the love-stricken Nazm is dying of unfulfilled longing, to which she replied: if he dies, what harm or loss is that to me?

This couplet captures a heart-wrenching dialogue between a desperate lover and a coolly aloof beloved. The poet dramatically laments that he is dying of unfulfilled longing, hoping to stir at least a flicker of pity or affection in the beloved's heart. Instead, the beloved crushes that hope with devastating nonchalance, simply asking what possible loss his death could bring them. It is a poignant, almost darkly humorous glimpse into the classic theme of the beloved's absolute indifference.