By dying in separation, we finally found our cure; why would the beloved mourn someone who has thus recovered and become well?

This couplet holds a heartbreaking blend of tragic irony and tender sorrow. The lover views separation as a chronic sickness, and death as the ultimate cure that finally relieves him of his endless suffering. Playing cleverly on the double meaning of 'achha hona' (to become well or recover), he wryly notes that nobody weeps for a patient who has regained their health—so why should the beloved mourn him? It is a bittersweet reflection that peace arrived, but only at the cost of life itself.