O Akbar, the fire of love has already burned me completely, so now the fire of Hell has become forbidden upon me as well.
Akbar Ilahabadi plays here with a profound and classic poetic idea: the agony born of love is an all-consuming fire. Having already been burnt to ashes by the fire of passion in this world, the poet feels that even the flames of Hell have become redundant and forbidden to him. It is a bold, tender declaration that true love purifies the soul through its suffering so completely that no afterlife punishment holds any terror anymore.
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