O Meer, the treasure of sorrow is what one can attain; the world's way is unsteady.

This masterful couplet speaks to the relentless capriciousness of life. Mir Taqi Mir suggests that the sorrow (gham) we endure is not merely a natural sadness; it is a plaything, a toy for the world to manipulate. The world's conduct, its 'chal,' is fundamentally erratic and unpredictable. It teaches us that we cannot rely on any fixed pattern in life; the currents of fate are always shifting!