There is so much faith in my enduring loyalty that, Ghalib, we are content that the beloved remains unkind to us.

Ghalib captures a delightfully ironic side of love here. The beloved is so utterly certain of the poet's unshakeable loyalty that she feels no need to be gentle or attentive—she knows he will never leave. Instead of feeling hurt by her indifference, Ghalib takes sweet solace in it, viewing her coldness as the ultimate proof of her absolute faith in his devotion.