O Ghalib, do not prolong this cry of sorrow, write it briefly, for I long to narrate the manifold cruelties of separation.

Ghalib gently checks himself here, urging his pen not to get lost in a single, drawn-out cry of despair, but to keep the lament brief. His heart harbors an overwhelming desire to detail every distinct cruelty and ache inflicted by separation. The poignant irony is that his grief is so vast and multifaceted that a mere unending wail cannot do justice to the catalogue of his sorrows.