Today in the gathering, someone said with great anguish that it is better for that disgrace to love to remain right here.

This couplet captures a poignant moment in a gathering where the lover is called 'nang-e-mohabbat'—a disgrace to love. Yet, the sting of the insult fades before the sheer ache with which it is spoken, subtly revealing an urge to keep him close rather than let him wander off. It beautifully reflects the paradox of love, where bitter reprimand often masks a tender, helpless concern.