We are well aware of what kind of person grief is, and since we are his close friend, we too are just that kind of person.

In this couplet, grief is personified with wry reverence as a formidable, singular gentleman—'Hazrat-e-Gham'. Instead of wallowing in self-pity, the poet takes pride in his deep intimacy with heartache, claiming grief not as a tormentor but as his closest companion. The charm lies in the bold swagger: if sorrow is so extraordinary and unyielding, one must be equally resilient and unique to keep company with it.