O Zafar, tell that playful archer with fear: pull the arrow carefully out of my chest, do not break it inside.

Here, Zafar pictures the beloved as a playful yet reckless archer whose arrow of love has pierced deep into his chest. Trembling with vulnerability, the lover begs them to pull the arrow out with gentleness rather than snapping it in haste, for an arrowhead left behind within the heart becomes a wound that never heals. It is a moving meditation on emotional fragility, where a lover pleads for mercy from the very person who caused their pain.