Your constant hurting of my heart has made me completely disheartened and broken. Do not try to console me anymore, for what can be gained from consoling now?

There is a poignant wordplay here centered on 'dil' (heart)—moving from 'dil-aazaari' (torment) to 'be-dil' (bereft of heart) and 'dil-jooi' (consolation). The poet expresses that the beloved's persistent cruelty has shattered them so completely that the heart itself has ceased to exist. When the heart is already gone, what purpose does any gesture of soothing or comfort serve? It captures that devastating emotional threshold where endless grief finally turns into complete numbness.