The stains often remain for the sake of bread and salt; what pleasure is left in living in those times?

This profound couplet speaks to the weariness of the soul. Mir Taqi Mir suggests that the scars (daag) we carry are often earned simply to survive—for the basic necessities of life, the 'bread and salt.' The poet laments that after enduring such continuous struggle and sacrifice, the pure joy or enjoyment (mazaa) of merely living has completely vanished. It's a heartbreaking commentary on the compromises we make just to make ends meet.