Who can possibly make you leave the gathering of rivals? Your rising and departing from there is nothing short of raising Doomsday itself.
The poet here creates a delightful play on the word 'uthana'—which can mean to ask someone to leave, to bear a burden, or to stir up a tempest. It is agonizing to watch the beloved seated in the assembly of rivals, yet no one dares ask them to depart. Their mere movement of rising carries such breathtaking, devastating grace that it brings about a personal Doomsday for the helpless lover.
Interpretation note: meanings and explanations may be AI-assisted and should not replace a primary text or scholarly edition. See the editorial policy.
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