Morning does not arrive and the night refuses to pass; I wonder if she has spread her jet-black hair over her face.

Here, the lover is trapped in a night of longing that simply refuses to end, and he invents a delightfully playful reason for it. He imagines that the dawn hasn't broken because the beloved has let her jet-black tresses drape over her radiant, sun-like face, plunging the entire world into darkness. It is a classic poetic exaggeration where nature itself seems held captive by the sheer magic of the beloved's beauty.