O beloved's glance, if your intention is aimed at my heart, then strike a few arrows ahead of the messenger of death.

Here, the poet imagines a dramatic race between the beloved's lethal gaze and the courier of Death. He urges the beloved's glance to strike quickly, wishing to be pierced by love's arrow before ordinary mortality catches up with him. For a devoted lover, dying by the gaze of the beloved is the ultimate honor, far sweeter than succumbing to a natural death.