That which was the light of the eyes became as dark as a sigh; had the evening of misfortune manifested right from the morning itself?

In this couplet, the poet touches upon the tragedy of a life seemingly shadowed by misfortune right from the start. In classical Urdu poetry, a sorrowful sigh is often imagined as rising dark smoke, and here, even the cherished 'light of the eyes' has turned pitch-black like that bitter breath. Wondering aloud if the evening of calamity took over at dawn itself, the sher captures a deep melancholy where hope never even had the chance to bloom.