Mi people abandon me in silence, how long must I wait? My word is a jealous book; writing my talk is my destined path.

This couplet is a profound reflection on the struggle of the artist. The poet feels that the world, captivated by poetry and eloquent speech, leaves him silent, questioning when this will end. Yet, he claims that the mere letter (harf) is a source of envy for the book (kitab)—meaning his own words possess a unique, enviable power that demands to be written down!