My chest is a spinning wheel of life, my heart is pure essence, and my soul is entirely blood; upon it, this life and heart, though it arrives, is merely an ordinary thing.

This profound couplet speaks of utter devotion and vulnerability. Mir Taqi Mir describes his body and heart using intensely visceral imagery—a forge (chak-e-jigar) and a furnace (para)—suggesting constant suffering and passion. The second line reveals the depth of his surrender: everything he possesses, including his very life, is offered up to the beloved. It is the ultimate declaration of self-sacrifice in love.