Time has wiped away your tears, and even the cloud of your sleeve is gone, but I have not kept even the pretense of a face upon my own.

This profound couplet speaks to the enduring nature of sorrow. The speaker acknowledges that time (Waqt) has done its work, wiping away the visible tears. However, the genius of the line lies in the second half: even though time has healed the surface, the pain is not merely visible; it is carried deep within the heart. It suggests that some wounds are too profound for mere time to erase, making the internal struggle far more complex than just tears.