Leaving me aside, even strangers do not refuse to die for you anymore. It is an utter catastrophe that people are slain even though you hold no sword in your hand.
This couplet playfully celebrates the irresistible, almost fatal charm of the beloved. The poet remarks that while his own surrender was expected, now even strangers and rivals are happily queuing up to sacrifice their lives for her. The delightful irony is that she wields no sword or weapon; her sheer presence and enchanting glance alone are enough to cause a quiet apocalypse among hearts.
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