That illusion of the soul, where can it be created, like alchemy? I am restless, like a boundary, due to an excess of desire.

This profound couplet speaks to the consuming nature of passion. The poet, Mir Taqi Mir, addresses the illusion (maya) of the beloved's soul, suggesting its true essence cannot be captured by any formula or alchemy. Instead, he confesses a different, more immediate struggle: the overwhelming excess of his own desire. He is restless, driven by a passion that is uncontrollable, comparing himself to the legendary yearning of Simlab.