The smoke rising from the dust of the world is so frantic/wild. My heart, marked with scars, has spilled out.

This couplet paints a vivid picture of agonizing passion. Mir Taqi Mir suggests that merely the stirring of the world's dust (or the memory of the beloved) is enough to destabilize a person. The effect is so profound that the heart itself begins to bleed, dripping tears and pain. It speaks to an all-consuming love where the slightest trace of the beloved is enough to shatter one's composure.