Due to excessive self-restraint, the heart's restlessness cannot increase any further; my wails rise only up to the throat and turn into stifled hiccups.

This couplet captures the suffocating pain of forced composure when sorrow is ready to overflow. The poet’s self-restraint is so extreme that grief is denied even the relief of an open scream; a full-throated cry rises from the chest only to choke at the throat, breaking down into quiet, helpless hiccups. It reflects the tragic beauty of silent suffering, where dignity holds back the tears, but the body trembles with the agony locked inside.