Do something extraordinary that even the heavens could never do; if you have merely inflicted cruelty, what is there to be so proud of?

In Urdu poetry, the sky (aasman) is traditionally an emblem of callous fate, always dealing out cruelty. The poet gently taunts the beloved, asking why they take such immense pride in causing heartbreak when even the indifferent heavens do that every single day. True wonder and greatness would be to offer grace, warmth, or forgiveness—deeds the harsh universe could never achieve.