We have abandoned our quest neither out of weakness nor out of contentment; rather, we have become a burden upon the resting-place of manly courage.

Ghalib offers a deeply moving confession here about the painful intersection of pride and weariness. He tells us that if he has abandoned his lifelong pursuit, it is neither out of bodily frailty nor peaceful contentment with his fate. Instead, he feels a sharp sense of self-reproach—realizing that by simply resting, he has turned into an embarrassing burden upon the very pillow of courage and resolve he once prided himself on.