O, leave me, O cruel one, for everything is yours; from what mouth can we say, 'Indeed, we are surrendered to you.'

This profound couplet speaks of utter surrender and resigned devotion. Mir Taqi Mir tells us to leave, O cruel one, because everything truly belongs to you. The second line asks: from what mouth can we even claim to be yours? It captures the deep, painful paradox of love—a love so complete that ownership is given freely, even when it means acknowledging the pain of separation.