We quietly wandered in her lane, and for a long time, we were in undeserved sorrow/trouble.

This profound couplet speaks to the agony of secret longing. To wander in the beloved's vicinity, even in the darkness, is a form of self-torture. Mir Taqi Mir suggests that the very act of pursuing this secret love—this clandestine wandering—is what ultimately strips the lover of their natural dignity and composure. It’s the tragedy of passion: the deeper the yearning, the more one loses oneself.