My heart was completely battered by wounds, yet it kept saying that it found immense comfort and relief in this very pain.
This couplet captures the tender paradox that Urdu poets call 'lazzat-e-dard'—the sweet comfort found in the very ache of love. Even as the heart lies battered and exhausted by its wounds, it refuses to grieve; instead, it finds a strange, sacred tranquility inside that anguish. It gently reminds us that when suffering is born of genuine devotion, enduring it feels far more fulfilling and peaceful than ordinary ease.
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