As soon as the beloved drew the sword of grace, my life vanished into the air; alas, the desire to receive a fatal wound remained unfulfilled in my heart.

In the ghazal tradition, being slain by the beloved's hand is the ultimate romantic honor, and here the poet shares a charmingly bittersweet regret. The lover deeply wished to suffer a fatal, physical strike, yet the mere sight of the beloved gracefully drawing their sword was so intoxicating that it stole his breath away instantly. He perished out of sheer awe before the blade could even touch him, leaving his sweet desire for an actual wound forever unfulfilled.