Passion arranges the reasons of pride for the humble and helpless; through it, a mere speck acquires the reach of a desert and a single drop becomes acquainted with the river.

Ghalib reminds us here of the quiet majesty hidden in humility when it is touched by true longing. On their own, the humble may seem as fragile as a tiny speck of dust or a lonely water drop, yet when ignited by passion, that speck embraces the vastness of the entire desert, and the drop dissolves into the boundless sea. It is a comforting thought: no matter how small or frail we feel, deep devotion expands our spirit into something infinite.