O Akbar, you remain restless day and night; whose tresses have driven you into such an obsession?

There is a delightful poetic wordplay here with the word 'pareshān', which means troubled and restless, but also literally describes disheveled, scattered tresses. The poet addresses himself with gentle irony, asking whose enchanting dark locks have cast this spell of madness and obsession over him day and night. In the ghazal tradition, falling for the beloved's hair is like wandering into a labyrinth—it steals away your peace, leaving you wonderfully, helplessly entangled.