Ghamze stole the art of my heart, / That treacherous woman settled in my eyes.

This profound couplet speaks to the devastating power of an intoxicating gaze. Mir Taqi Mir suggests that the sheer weight of emotional pain (ghamze) somehow stole the very skill or artistry of the heart. But the real culprit? A flawed, captivating woman (khanuma-kharab) who simply built a home in the depths of her eyes. It’s a masterpiece of longing, where the heart is robbed not by action, but by mere observation.