The night of separation does not seem to shorten, yet we have often observed that whatever exceeds all limits eventually declines and diminishes.

The night of separation stretches on so endlessly that it feels entirely immune to time. Yet, the poet finds a quiet solace in the law of nature: whatever swells past its extreme limits must eventually peak, dwindle, and fade. It is a comforting realization that even the most boundless sorrow will ultimately exhaust itself and recede.