Who will bear witness to my murder on the Day of Judgment, when even now the entire world is on the side of the swordsman?

Imagine standing completely alone while everyone around you flatters the powerful, even as you bleed. The poet looks ahead to the Day of Judgment with a quiet ache, wondering who will ever dare to testify on his behalf when the entire world is already siding with the swordsman. It is a poignant commentary not just on the helplessness of a doomed lover, but on human nature itself—which so easily bows before power instead of standing up for the victim.