There is neither any grief from the stones of cruelty nor any fear of reaching hands, for my nest is on a tree that bears no fruit.

In this couplet, the poet finds a quiet, profound safety in complete detachment from worldly desires. People only pelt stones or stretch out greedy hands toward trees laden with sweet fruit, so building a nest on a barren branch becomes the ultimate sanctuary. It is a lovely reflection on how possessing nothing that invites envy or greed shields the soul, offering true peace and freedom from cruelty.