How can one not be overcome with ecstasy upon seeing the dew and the flower? The flower's smile is not without cause, nor are the tears of dew without effect.

In classical Urdu poetry, a blooming rose is seen as smiling, while the morning dewdrops are imagined as quiet tears. Watching them together, the poet is swept away in ecstasy by how tenderly sorrow and joy coexist in nature. It is a gentle reminder that every smile has its reason, and no sincere tear ever falls in vain without leaving its mark.