For my sake, he does it every time in one manner; with me, he makes a new sport every time in one manner.

Mir Taqi Mir captures a profound sense of destiny here. He observes that the grave (Jam) has a routine way of dealing with him, a constant, predictable care. Yet, the world's wheel (Charkh) is constantly turning him towards new loves and new experiences—a chaotic, unending cycle. It speaks to the dual nature of life: the inevitable end, and the relentless, beautiful pull of existence.