The destination was that beloved, my friend, who was with me for ages; now the heart is like a mourning hall of a long period.

Mir Taqi Mir captures the profound ache of prolonged separation. He says that the destination itself—the beloved's month—was the only thing that mattered for ages. But now, the heart feels like a perpetual mourning hall. It suggests that the journey towards love was a long-term commitment, but the loss has left a void that feels endless and deeply sorrowful.