No one gives us fate even from the softest wax; this heart did not require the company of a breast.

This profound couplet speaks to the delicate nature of emotional pain and attachment. The poet, Mir Taqi Mir, suggests that even the softest, most fragile thing—like soft wax—is better than the pain of keeping a heart that is no longer needed. He implies that the heart's mere presence, when unloved, is a burden. It’s a powerful statement on emotional detachment, suggesting that true peace sometimes lies in letting go of what we cling to.