FWP:
SETS
COMMERCE: {3,3}
ISLAMIC: {10,2}
Hali has made the best case for this verse: it offers an enjoyably businesslike accounting procedure. The speaker warns, 'Oh Lord, don't ask me to account for my sins, because whenever you nag me about that, I always think of all my unfulfilled longings!' Then at this point we have two possible readings of that thought: either 'When I think of them I feel sad, so don't make me miserable'; or 'When I think of them I compare them to the accounting of my sins, so don't make me angry at you'.
It's a trim, pithy, well-constructed verse. Still, it's somehow too complacently tidy for my taste. The commentators are right of course that the ideal verse for comparison is {230,10}.
Mir, for his part, has not two but a whole cluster of similar ones: for these see M{1714,6}. But compare Mir's more elliptically powerful vision of the same Doomsday situation: M{774,10}.
Hali:
In this too there’s a new kind of mischievousness, which is absolutely untouched [by other poets]. Outwardly, he asks, 'Oh Lord, don’t ask me for an account of my sins'; and secretly he lays blame, as if he says, what kind of an account for sins? They are so numerous that when I count them, then the number of those wounds that you’ve given me in the world, and that are as numerous as my sins, comes to mind. Because the sins and the wounds are identical in number, he means that when he committed some sin, then because of his powerlessness, he could not satisfy his temperament; one or another longing certainly remained unfilfilled. For example, if he drank wine, then he didn’t attain union; and if he attained union, then he didn’t get any wine. Thus however many sins he committed, he suffered exactly that many wounds to his heart.
==Urdu text: Yadgar-e Ghalib, p. 123