There is not the slightest pleasure left in the vast expanse of the sky; my heart now yearns to endure your cruelties once again.
The poet looks at the vast, empty expanse of the cosmos and finds it completely devoid of warmth and joy. Absolute detachment or celestial calm feels barren and numb compared to the vibrant passion of love. In a paradox classic to the ghazal tradition, the lover would rather endure the beloved's playful cruelties and heartbreak than exist in a peaceful void, because suffering in love is what truly makes the heart feel alive.
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