Blood-drinking love addresses a petition to my liver, praying for the safety of its benefactor and provider of bounties, since it feeds on its blood.

Ghalib crafts a deliciously dark and witty image here: Love is personified as a dependent whose sustenance is drinking blood, while the poet's liver is the generous patron providing it. Because Love feeds on the suffering and bleeding of the liver, it respectfully writes a formal prayer to its benefactor, saying, 'Long live my lord and master!' It is a masterclass in Ghalib's ironic humor, showing how the agony of love perversely depends on keeping the source of pain alive.