O lord of the morning's beauty, the knots of the heart never open, / Why are you yourself so excessive, that you abandon your daily prayers?

This profound couplet speaks to the depth and permanence of emotional pain. The poet, Mir Taqi Mir, suggests that the heart's knots and struggles never dissipate, even like the gentle light of morning. He asks why his own existence should be like the temporary observances—the fasts or prayers—that are lifted and concluded. It is a lament about a sorrow that is chronic, deep, and refuses to follow the cycle of temporary relief.