Have mercy on Wali, for he has come to you regarding you as the remedy for his aching heart.

Wali Deccani speaks here with the quiet helplessness of a lover who has staked everything on one person. He asks for mercy not out of pride, but out of total faith that the beloved is the only medicine (darmaan) capable of soothing his aching heart. By speaking of himself in the third person, he paints a tender portrait of someone waiting at the beloved's door, entirely surrendered to hope.