Friends, whoever came and sat in your street could never rise from there again; he departed only after dying.
In the world of ghazals, the beloved’s lane is not just a street—it is a threshold of absolute surrender from which no one turns back. The poet shares with his friends that stepping into this space is a one-way journey; love paralyzes worldly will so completely that rising and walking away becomes impossible. One only departs this alley as a corpse, capturing the tragic yet beautiful finality of unconditional devotion.
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