The only reward I obtained from life is this: thank God that no one was ever angry or displeased with me.
The poet reflects on life's true harvest not in terms of wealth, fame, or ambition, but in the gentleness of his journey through the world. By calling this peace the ultimate 'samar' (fruit) of his existence, he measures his worth by the simple grace that no heart was wounded by him. It is a profoundly humble realization, reminding us over tea that passing through life without causing anyone sorrow is an extraordinary achievement in itself.
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