He talks about the concept of Hazun - it is a melancholy, but not in the personal sense, not the selfish melancholy of the egoist but the depthless kind, the kind inspired by the soul. May be you misunderstand your vulnerability for Hazun. For the poet, hüzün is the smoky window between him and the world. A spiritual anguish we feel because we can't be close enough. I feel...