If you do not come, there are a hundred ways to die; after all, death is not like you that I cannot even summon it.

Here, the lover speaks to the distant beloved with a poignant mix of heartbreak and bitter defiance. While the beloved remains stubbornly out of reach and deaf to all pleas, death is far more obliging and carries no such cold pride. If love refuses to arrive, ending the suffering is effortless—because death, unlike the beloved, always comes when it is called.