O Zafar, the sorrow and anguish we endured on the night of separation from that moon-faced beloved cannot be expressed in words.

Zafar captures that overwhelming silence of deep heartbreak, where grief reaches a point that language simply surrenders. The beloved is tenderly remembered as 'mah-e-laqa'—radiant as the moon—making the darkness of the night of parting feel all the more stark and unbearable. It feels like an intimate sigh over tea, reminding us that the deepest emotional wounds are often the ones left unspoken.