If we live, we will show the claim of the garden-like beauty; for now, the flower remains in the autumn, and we are dead.

This couplet captures the delicate balance between defiance and despair. The first line is a declaration of strength—a refusal to fade away, promising to show their 'claim' (दावा) even if they must struggle. However, the second line pulls the curtain back on that bravado. It asks a profound question: if the essential beauty or context (the 'Khizan' or bloom) is gone, how can life, for either the lover or the lover's beloved, even continue? It is a poignant realization of human fragility.