After taking away my heart, you ask whose lover I am. If you have forgotten already, cruel one, what will you ever remember later?

This couplet captures a deliciously playful, bittersweet complaint between lovers. The beloved has only just stolen the poet's heart, yet turns around with feigned innocence to ask, 'Whose admirer are you anyway?' Half-smiling through the pang of neglect, the poet calls them an endearing 'zalim' (cruel one), wondering how someone who forgets so effortlessly at the very beginning could ever be expected to remember later on.