We too wander, carrying a cup of sorrow, and the hand of blemishes and armies of grief.

This profound couplet by Mir Taqi Mir speaks to the burden of existence. It suggests that the poet wanders not just with a certain pride (ishm), but also carrying a heavy burden: the 'armory of stains' and the 'army of sorrow.' It's a beautiful portrayal of the melancholic soul, which carries its pain and past mistakes with a resigned, yet defiant, grace.