In the autumn season, when we strolled to the garden of roses, there was no trace of our footsteps on the flower-strewn ground.

This beautiful couplet by Mir Taqi Mir paints a poignant picture of loss and fleeting beauty. The poet describes walking in a garden during autumn (Khizaan), and finding that even the dust of the garden was devoid of the imprint of footsteps. It suggests that the beloved's memory, or the beloved's presence itself, had left no trace. It's a profound meditation on absence—a feeling of emptiness that lingers long after someone has left.