If the colors have fled from the garden of flowers, what does it matter? For my livelihood has rendered me weary and helpless.

This masterpiece by Mir Taqi Mir draws a powerful contrast between natural loss and forced helplessness. The poet asks: if the colors of the garden fade, what is the sorrow of the gentle breeze? But then, he pivots to a much deeper, more personal tragedy. He argues that the constraints of 'rozgar' (livelihood/job) have stripped him of his very essence, leaving him without wings or spirit. It’s a profound lament about how necessity can extinguish the soul’s freedom.