Seeing its wretched state, the trousers cannot contain itself; in this way, they catch the brocade spying by pretending to fall asleep.

This couplet turns on a brilliant Urdu pun involving 'kam-khwab', which is both a luxurious brocade fabric and literally translates to 'scant sleep' or sleeplessness. Gazing at the rumpled, disheveled state of the trousers (izaar), the poet playfully observes that the garment can scarcely contain its own agitation. It is as though even this restless cloth has been caught spying on sleep, transforming the lover's nocturnal torment into a clever and vivid sartorial scene.