Do not ask of the wild disorder in life's twists and turns. Like the unruly hair on a madman's head, our very growth and existence is a source of disgrace.

Ghalib captures the chaotic and absurd nature of human existence with a strikingly vivid metaphor. He compares our life to the tangled, unkempt hair on a madman's head—growing endlessly without care or symmetry, where the very act of growth feels like a tragic embarrassment. In a world so disconnected and aimless, our survival doesn't feel like a triumph, but rather a disheveled burden to the very gift of life.