O Haidar, you have found a fine occupation in your madness; by getting entangled in tearing your collar, at least the heart finds some distraction.

In classical Urdu poetry, rending one's collar is the hallmark of divine or mad passion, born of an unbearable restlessness inside. Here, the poet speaks to himself with a touch of tender irony, noting that getting tangled up in tearing his clothes has at least given his frantic heart a pastime. It captures that bittersweet reality of grief—where even physical agitation becomes a harmless distraction, keeping the mind from collapsing under the weight of its own sorrow.