O Zafar, if there is no effect in this weeping, then what is it other than becoming a laughingstock to the world?

Zafar reflects on the bitter irony of unheeded grief. When tears fail to move the beloved's heart or soften fate, pouring out one's sorrow in the open only invites mockery rather than sympathy. It captures that poignant moment of self-awareness where suffering ceases to be moving and instead turns the broken lover into a public spectacle.