In the night of separation, the only companion and intimate friend of the restless souls is their sighs and lamentation.

The night of separation feels endlessly long and desolate, where a restless lover finds themselves entirely alone. In that heavy silence, the poet notes that the only loyal companions left are one's own weeping and deep sighs. It touches on that bittersweet truth of heartbreak: when everyone else is absent, your sorrow becomes the only intimate friend that stays awake with you until dawn.