She had dared to call me by lowering her eyelids. Even now, the sprinkles of that silent call continue to drench me.

This powerful couplet speaks to the lingering ache of unfulfilled longing. The poet suggests that the beloved once mustered the courage to call him, but she did so subtly, with lowered lids. The true pain, however, is that even now, those silent, unspoken calls still reach him, showering him with droplets of deep, unresolved emotion. It's the pain of a memory that refuses to fade.