I always harbor a madness for the tresses of the beautiful in my heart, and I am being driven mad by the chains of love.

In classical Urdu poetry, a beloved’s cascading curls are often envisioned as chains that ensnare the heart. Here, the poet reveals an unending obsession with these locks, admitting that he has fallen in love with the captivity itself. Rather than yearning for freedom, he celebrates his surrender, finding sweet peace and purpose in the exquisite madness of love's fetters.