Whichever hand held her, that waist is forever bound by the fear or mark of being struck on the head, like a belt.

This profound couplet explores the painful paradox of deep attachment. Mir Taqi Mir suggests that the very intimacy—the hand you hold—is also the source of your vulnerability. The closeness that brings comfort also ties you to the inevitable pain. It’s a poignant reminder that in love, proximity and consequence are inseparable.