I could not even reach the touch of the master poet (Sayyad) while alive; / My restlessness has taken me deep into the abyss.

Mir Taqi Mir captures the ultimate tragedy of internal turmoil. The speaker says that he didn't even survive to reach the hand of a Sayyid (a respected spiritual figure). The reason? His own overwhelming anxiety and restlessness (be-qaraari) pulled him down, straight into the depths of the grave. It's a powerful commentary on how mental anguish can be a far greater killer than any external threat.