Oh, 'Mir', you will not live until you are ill, for the sound of your sighs will not let me sleep.

This powerful couplet captures the essence of agonizing, sleepless love. Mir Taqi Mir tells us that even if the beloved is physically well, the mere sound of their sighs is enough to keep the lover awake all night. It’s not illness that keeps the heart restless; it’s the sheer, constant presence of the beloved’s existence, which becomes a beautiful form of torture. It speaks to an all-consuming devotion where peace is impossible.