Who knows what state the heart would be in from the burning heat inside the chest, if the opening made by your arrow were not there for air to pass through.

Here, the poet finds a breathtaking paradox in the pain of love. The chest is burning with such unbearable, suffocating heat of passion that the heart would have roasted alive. But the beloved's sharp arrow, rather than killing him, pierces a hole that acts like a window (rauzan)—letting in a cool breeze and saving his life. It’s a wonderful reminder that in true love, even the wounds given by the beloved feel like a blessing.