O Lord, the one who took away the peace of my heart, may that heart's comforter never find any rest or peace at all.
Here, the poet blends wounded affection with brilliant irony, turning a lover's complaint into a bittersweet curse. The beloved is called 'dil-aaraam'—literally the one who soothes the heart—yet they are the very one who stole all peace away. In a playful yet aching flash of emotion, the lover asks God that this 'healer of hearts' should never know tranquility, mirroring the restless torment they have inflicted.
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