Lakht-e-jigar Se Hai Rag-e-har-khar Shakh-e-gul — Mirza Ghalib
Meaning
My heart's blood has turned the vein of every thorn into a rose-branch; how long can one continue to garden a barren desert?
Explanation
Imagine pouring your life's blood into a desolate wasteland, nurturing sharp thorns so intensely that their veins look as lush as rose branches. The poet captures the tragic exhaustion of loving a heart or a situation that can never give anything back. In the end, a weary sigh escapes: after all, how long can someone keep tending to a barren desert that only thrives on one's own suffering?
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