When my beloved arrives, I will express my soul-burning lament before them, in the hope that a voice of kindness might emerge from that stone-hearted one.

The poet weaves a striking contrast here by portraying the beloved as both a 'sanam'—an idol sculpted of stone—and 'sang-dil', or stone-hearted. He resolves to pour out his soul-scorching sorrow the moment they meet, clinging to the desperate hope that his raw pain might finally coax a spark of tenderness from that unyielding heart. It beautifully reflects the eternal paradox of love: yearning for warmth from the very person you know may remain cold and unmoved.