O sky, even if you have made us weep, so be it, but O cruel one, never let strangers laugh at our misery.

Here, the poet addresses destiny or the cruel heavens ('charkh') with a profound sense of dignity and self-respect. He accepts the private grief and tears inflicted upon him, ready to endure life's hardships in silence. His only plea is that his ruin should never become a spectacle for strangers or rivals to mock, reminding us that while pain can be tolerated, public humiliation breaks the spirit.