My melancholy was capable of wandering in the Khanqah, but in the presence of the beloved, my heart could not even stay put.

This couplet beautifully captures the nature of deep, permanent sorrow. The poet suggests that his melancholy was once so robust that it could wander freely in his secluded retreat (khanqa). However, the moment he encountered the beloved, that wandering sorrow found a permanent anchor—it settled and attached itself directly to his heart. It's a profound realization: love doesn't just give pain; it gives a *home* to your deepest sadness.