Oh, the shame that has fallen upon the city, how good you are, my death, that you have come.

This profound couplet speaks to the painful acceptance of one's fate. The poet, Mir Taqi Mir, feels that disgrace and public shame ('Ruswai') have become ubiquitous, almost a constant state. In this overwhelming sense of downfall, he welcomes death itself, viewing it not as an end, but as a blessed release. It is a cry of a soul exhausted by the indignities of life.