When you step out into your own alleyway, the memories of Mir's temperament are thorns there.

This profound couplet speaks to the agony of separation and the lasting pain of memory. When the poet says, 'If you leave your own path, hold my hand,' he is asking for reassurance during a difficult journey. The second line is a powerful warning: the memories (यादगार) associated with the style and persona of 'Mir' are fraught with thorns. It suggests that even the recollection of great art or a beloved life can be painful and sharp.