A beautiful couplet by Ghalib
ਕਿਯਾਮਤ ਇਕ ਹਵਾ-ਇ ਤੁੰਦ ਹੈ ਖਾਕ-ਇ ਸ਼ਹੀਦਾਂ ਪਰ
That is, what of the martyrs of the longing for sight now remains for Doomsday to cause to rise up? Indeed, in ardor for the appearance/glory of the entirely-coquettish one their dust is flying around, such that for them, the tumult of Doomsday is a cool breeze. That is, in their flight this breeze too will be a helper. And if you take its mirror image, then the meaning is that when a cool breeze came, it did the work of Doomsday-- that is, their dust began to fly in the ardor for sight.