We live and weep; this is the sorrow of the heart, O Meer. I have heard someone speak of a heart so fragile, that we [are nothing].

This powerful couplet captures the profound anguish of the heart. Mir Taqi Mir says that his existence is marked by a constant weeping—it is a deep wound upon the soul. The second line is even more striking: he has heard people casually discussing the idea of literally cutting the heart into pieces. It’s an exaggeration of emotional pain, showing that the suffering is so immense, it seems physical.