Your heart is soft, beloved, but it should not be spoken of; for their hearts are stone, how can they ever melt?

This profound couplet captures the quintessential agony of unrequited love. The poet, Mir Taqi Mir, is questioning the very nature of his beloved's heart. He acknowledges that the heart should be hard, like stone, yet he finds himself inexplicably melting. It's a beautiful struggle between the beloved's apparent indifference and the lover's desperate hope for warmth.