The night of the promise passed by while I was seated, and he did not return. All night long, I lifted a strange kind of torment/sorrow.

This beautiful couplet captures the agony of anticipation and the sting of broken promises. Mir Taqi Mir describes a night when a promised rendezvous was supposed to happen, but the beloved never returned. Because of this absence, the poet spent the entire night in a strange, restless vigil. It’s a poignant depiction of waiting—that painful state where time seems suspended, and hope is the only thing keeping you awake.