How long will these mutual complaints go on when half the night has already passed; this quarreling only leaves both you and me distressed.

This sher captures that deeply relatable, quiet exhaustion that arrives in the middle of a late-night lover's quarrel. As the clock slips past midnight, the poet gently asks to lay down the weapons of complaint, reminding their beloved that this stubborn silence hurts them both equally. It is a tender, vulnerable plea to choose closeness over ego, acknowledging that love shouldn't be wasted on mutual torment.