From eternity, divine grace is granted in proportion to one's courage; the drop that did not turn into a pearl still lingers in the eyes.

Ghalib suggests that divine support and capacity are bestowed in proportion to the magnitude of one's courage and ambition. Falling into an oyster shell to turn into a pearl is too ordinary a fate; the droplet in the lover's eye refused that compromise and chose to remain an unshed tear of pure pride and passion. It is a stirring reflection on high ideals, where staying true to one's inner fire is far nobler than settling for conventional worldly success.