It is futile to suspect that I hold any grievance in my heart, for even the dust of lovers is entirely free of any rancor.

The poet gently reassures the beloved that it is entirely futile to suspect any hidden grudge or resentment in a lover's heart. True love completely dissolves the ego; lovers may be burned down to dust by their devotion, yet even in that dust, there is not the slightest speck of bitterness. The exquisite wordplay between 'khaak' (earthly dust) and 'ghubaar' (dust, as well as inner malice) beautifully illustrates that authentic love is utterly pure and incapable of holding a grudge.