Earlier, smoke was rising, which was merely the beginning; now it has turned to ashes, and this is the final fate of the heart.

The poet captures the tragic journey of love by comparing the heart's suffering to a slow, consuming fire. In the beginning, the pain showed itself as visible sighs and turmoil—like smoke revealing a hidden spark. But over time, that intense grief has reduced everything to silent ashes, leaving behind a state of utter numbness where even the capacity to hurt has burned away.