It was a quick thing, like a sudden death, to fall in love, my dear, but who has the leisure for this ailment of the soul, my dear?

This profound couplet captures the intoxicating surrender of the lover. Mir Taqi Mir suggests that the pain of dying in love has become so natural, so routine, that it feels inevitable. He asks, 'Who even has the leisure?' for the consuming illness of the soul. It's a powerful declaration that love's passion eclipses all other worldly concerns, making the struggle itself the only reality that matters.