O Nazm, even during union with the beloved you could not remain at peace; when the heart finally found rest, the hand grew restless.
Love has a tender way of never letting us be completely at peace, and this sher captures that sweet restlessness beautifully. You would expect union to bring absolute calm, and while the heart finally breathes a sigh of relief, the hands become eager and tremble with the urge to touch, embrace, or hold on to the beloved. Nazm playfully shows that desire simply shifts form—the moment the soul finds quiet, the senses awaken with longing.
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