The arrow of the beloved, which sat there, consumed everything. / Oh, for love is ready to bear the wounds upon your chest.

This couplet beautifully captures the intensity of romantic devotion. Mir Taqi Mir suggests that the beloved's mere presence—even if represented by an arrow (tegh)—is enough to consume the lover completely. The second line elevates this suffering, stating that for true love, simply bearing the wounds on the chest is sufficient. It's a profound acceptance of pain as the highest form of devotion.