I remember that person at every single moment; so even if they happened to remember me on just one day, O Turab, what difference does it make?

This couplet tenderly captures the quiet ache of one-sided devotion and emotional imbalance. While the poet's entire existence is measured in the ceaseless memory of the beloved with every passing breath, the beloved might only recall him on some rare, accidental day. It reflects a poignant realization that a fleeting thought can never match a lifetime of unyielding love, carrying both grief and gentle resignation.