Union with the beloved is no barrier to the cries of intense longing; ask this subtle truth from the weeping nightingale.
We usually imagine that once lovers unite, all the restless cries of longing naturally quiet down, but Ghalib shares a deeper, paradoxical truth here. Even in the sweetest moments of union, desire does not fade; in fact, the ache of passion can become even more overwhelming. Just look at the grieving nightingale, who sits right beside the beloved rose yet cannot help but pour out its heart in tearful songs.
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