The aroma of the kebab filled my mind, and perhaps the fire of sorrow revived my liver.

This profound couplet speaks to the paradox of emotional survival. The poet suggests that even something mundane, like the scent of kebabs, can linger and occupy the mind. But the deeper message is that intense sorrow (आतिश-ए-ग़म) can be so powerful that it ironically revives the spirit—the heart (जिगर). It suggests that pain, while agonizing, is sometimes necessary for true feeling and existence.