My own are upset with me, and strangers are displeased; I could never utter the poison of the world, my friend.

This profound couplet speaks of profound isolation and the burden of truth. The poet laments that even those closest to him are displeased, and strangers are equally unsupportive. The second line is devastating: he could never reveal the nature of the 'poison of Halaal' to the 'gem.' It signifies that the depth of his suffering or the complexity of his truth was too immense for even the purest soul to comprehend.