In the line of Mizgaan, pieces were torn apart, heart and liver, O Meer, both were in the hands of your grief-makers.

This couplet speaks to the profound nature of internal suffering. The poet, Mir Taqi Mir, suggests that while a visible breakage—a piece falling from the window ledge—is noticeable, the real tragedy lies deeper. He implies that both the heart and the liver are perpetually occupied by their own sources of sorrow. It's not just a physical wound; it's a continuous, internal ache that defines the soul.