Whenever there was any mention of the cruel turns of time, your name involuntarily came to my lips.

Here, the poet captures an involuntary reflex of heartbreak: whenever the cruel turns of fate and time ('gardish-e-ayyaam') are mentioned, the beloved's name effortlessly slips onto the lips. It holds a tender, bittersweet ambiguity—is the beloved the cause of all this suffering, or simply the one true comfort whose absence magnifies every sorrow? The emotional weight rests on 'be-ikhtiyaar' (involuntarily), revealing how the heart defies conscious control when it comes to the deepest wound it carries.