When you once wounded me with arrows of your deceit, now you aim at every vulnerable spot of mine.

This powerful couplet speaks of the unpredictable nature of pain and betrayal. The poet describes a time when the beloved's cruelty was overt—it was a clear, visible wound. But now, the pain is insidious. The beloved no longer throws obvious arrows; instead, they target the deepest, most vulnerable points of the heart, making the hurt subtle, personal, and much harder to defend against. It’s the difference between an open wound and a slow, constant poison.