The sorrowful Hali has fallen completely silent; from whom should one inquire about his condition now?

There comes a point in deep sorrow where complaints cease and an overwhelming silence takes over. Hali describes how profound grief has rendered him speechless, leaving everyone to wonder: if the sufferer himself cannot speak, who else can explain his condition? Notice the delicate wordplay between the poet's name 'Hali' and 'haal' (one's inner state)—it gently suggests that the truest pain is the one that has no voice left to describe it.