There were so many peerless elegists in this land, yet among all of them, there should have been at least someone to lament the fate of Lucknow.

This couplet is a heartbreaking lament for Lucknow’s lost glory, laced with poignant irony. The city was world-renowned for producing peerless elegists like Mir Anis and Mirza Dabir, who moved generations to tears mourning the tragedy of Karbala. Yet, the poet mourns that when Lucknow itself was plundered and its culture destroyed, not a single one among these great masters stepped forward to weep for their own dying home. It casts the fallen city itself as a martyr, left tragically unmourned by its own poets.