O Haidar, in this night of sorrow, sudden death has become an auspicious omen of joy and celebration.

In this couplet, the poet touches upon that extreme threshold of pain where suffering completely inverts reality. The night of grief is so suffocating and endless that sudden death is no longer feared as a tragedy, but welcomed as a joyous, auspicious omen of celebration. When life becomes an unbearable torment, the arrival of death feels like the ultimate liberation and peace.