Now even the traces of your destruction have been erased; O sky, do not ruin me any further than this.

Here, the poet addresses the sky—traditionally seen in Urdu poetry as the cruel orchestrator of fate and suffering. He tells destiny that it has broken him so thoroughly that even the scars and traces of that destruction have vanished, leaving behind total emptiness. It is a poignant mix of weary surrender and quiet defiance, asking fate to finally stop because there is literally nothing left of him to ruin.