Even if your heart were made of steel, it would automatically become clear like a mirror if you were to clearly hear my plight just once.

In this couplet, the poet draws on the classical craft of fashioning mirrors by polishing hard steel to a brilliant shine. He tells the beloved that even if their heart is cold and unyielding as iron, simply hearing his tale of sorrow just once would dissolve that hardness and turn it into a clear mirror of empathy. It is a tender, desperate plea that reveals absolute faith in the moving power of his own grief.