The memory of the beloved, though the day of union has not arrived, remains in the heart; now, the intoxication of that day is like a forgotten dream in the soul.

This couplet delves into the profound exhaustion of the heart. The poet suggests that the intense longing for the beloved (yaad) has become so overwhelming that the memory itself has lost its sharp edges. The heart can no longer even hold a single fragment of remembrance. Now, the joy of union (wasl) feels less like a promise, and more like a beautiful, yet utterly forgotten, dream. It is the ache of fading passion and misplaced hope.