To the heart, bewildered and distressed, I entrusted this tender flower of beauty; I also entrusted this blossom of memory to the dawn.

This beautiful couplet by Mir Taqi Mir speaks of entrusting something precious. The poet compares his heart—which is bewildered and displeased—to a delicate flower bud. He says that just as he entrusted the flower bud to the gentle morning breeze (Saba), he has entrusted his troubled heart to the passing moments and the whims of fate. It’s a poignant surrender of the self to external forces.