O Lord, why did it take the side of the blister on the foot, when the road is still unfurling like a long, tangled scroll?
Ghalib reflects on the tragic mismatch between human endurance and the infinite trials of life. He wonders why destiny showed haste in bursting the blisters on his feet, when the grueling journey ahead is still unwinding endlessly like a vast scroll. It is a tender, melancholic realization that the traveler's body wears out long before the road of longing and suffering ever comes to an end.
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