O Lord, how long can we expect fidelity from an unfeeling beloved? Nowadays, we are merely occupied with comforting and consoling our own grieving heart.

There is a poignant play on words here between 'be-deed'—one who is unseeing or blind to love—and 'chashm-e-wafa', the eyes longing for fidelity. The poet wonders how long they can fruitlessly yearn for care and devotion from a lover who refuses to even look their way. Having grown weary of this one-sided ache, they have finally turned inward, devoting all their energy simply to comforting and tending to their own wounded heart.