Why do you ask me how I am doing, what can I even say? Only my heart truly knows what kind of a caring and benevolent friend you are to me.

This couplet carries a delicate blend of deep affection and gentle, bittersweet reproach. When the beloved politely asks after the lover's well-being, the lover sighs that words are useless—only their own aching heart knows what kind of 'caring well-wisher' the beloved has truly been. The phrase 'mushfiq-e-man' (my benevolent friend) is wrapped in tender irony, subtly revealing that the beloved's so-called care is the very source of their pain.