When I weep, may the world not weep for me. May the thought that causes me to weep, never be spoken.

Kabir speaks here of profound emotional self-sufficiency. He is asking for a quiet existence where his personal sorrow does not become a public spectacle. This is a plea for detachment, suggesting that the mere articulation of deep pain—the spoken word—can sometimes amplify the suffering, making the internal wound external and visible.