If someone is fortunate enough to receive even a single drop of the venom of love, then O Khizr, the fountain of the water of eternal life holds no value at all.
Here, the poet offers a breathtaking paradox: the suffering of love is far richer than endless life itself. Tradition speaks of Khizr, the prophet who drank from the mythical spring of immortality, but the lover boldly claims that even a single toxic drop of love's agony surpasses that eternal fountain. After all, what is the value of living forever if the heart never tastes the ecstatic, soul-stirring venom of passion?
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