The morning breeze scattered my dust all in vain, as it did not even wipe me completely from the beloved's heart so that it might become clear.

Here, the poet sees his lingering presence and memories as mere dust ('ghubaar'). He gently reproaches the morning breeze (saba) for failing to wipe his traces completely clean from the beloved's heart, which might have at least brought peace; instead, it carelessly scattered his dust in vain. It captures the poignant ache of an unresolved ending, where even in fading away, the lover is left restless and scattered rather than released.