If we are slaughtered by the hands of that sweet-mannered beloved, then the sharp edge of the dagger will taste like sips of sherbet to us.

Here, the poet takes the classic trope of surrendering to love to a brilliantly sweet extreme. Playing on the Persian word 'aab'—which means both life-giving water and the lethal luster of steel—he imagines that death at the hands of his charming beloved carries no pain. Instead, the cold bite of the dagger would feel as refreshing and joyful as sipping cool, sweet nectar.