The time has passed for wandering and hitting walls. Now, only you, but you never come from the door to the threshold.

This profound couplet speaks of the exhaustion of desperate struggle. Mir Taqi Mir suggests that the time for aimless wandering or self-inflicted pain (banging heads against walls) has passed. The focus shifts entirely to the beloved. The poet is waiting, not for random encounters, but for the beloved to make a deliberate effort, to come home, to cross the threshold. It's a plea for stability and presence.