In the burning heat of grief, the heart is restless like wild rue seeds on hot embers; it will merely writhe in agony and perish, unable to even cry out for help.

The poet uses the striking traditional imagery of wild rue seeds ('sipand') cast onto burning coals, which twitch, sizzle, and vanish in an instant. Trapped in the relentless fire of its own grief, the lover's heart is similarly restless and consumed. The agony is so swift and overwhelming that it cannot even articulate a plea or cry for help; it can only writhe in silent helplessness.