Bewafa Yaram Karda Ghum Baram

My unfaithful love has made me sad — stated flat, no ornament. In a tradition famous for elaborate indirection, that plainness is the whole choice. The sadness is not turned into a metaphor; it is just named. Zahir answers it with a restraint that keeps the voice front and center. Some things don't need decoration, only a clear delivery and the room to be heard.