The narcissus has been unable to witness the spectacle for an entire lifetime, yet in the eye of the dewdrop, the thorn-like eyelash still remains unbroken.

Ghalib weaves an exquisite garden metaphor around the narcissus, a flower shaped like an eye, which has spent an entire lifetime helpless and unable to truly witness the spectacle of the beloved. Meanwhile, the delicate eye of the dewdrop still suffers, as if an unbroken thorn of sorrow rests upon its eyelash, keeping its vision pierced by pain. It speaks tenderly to our existential longing—how a lifetime of yearning often ends with our vision still clouded by grief and unfulfilled desire.