VI-IV

My each breath blows with griefs many more,
My friends share not my griefs anymore.
Yet future can be shaped to large extent,
If you know the great price of each instant.¹

1.         Literal version of line 2

“My grief is shared by aliens few. Here aliens or ‘Na Mahram’ could also mean wealth, riches (of the world) to whom the poet thinks aliens to him. This could he a remote sense of line 2.