Who knows what calamity has befallen Turab or what has happened, that your speech has now become utterly crazed.

In this couplet, the poet cleverly plays on his pen name 'Turab'—which literally means dust or earth—pairing it with the wild wind to evoke the image of a swirling emotional storm. He wonders what unseen calamity or obsession has taken hold, turning speech into something frantic, delirious, and untamed. It tenderly portrays that state of deep passion where reason slips away, leaving only the wild and broken ramblings of a consumed heart.