I do not know how my heart became inclined toward those curved tresses, or how this perfectly fine and healthy heart ended up caught in such a calamity.

The poet reflects with tender bewilderment on how easily and swiftly the heart falls into the trap of love. The beloved's curled tresses ('zulf-e-dota') act as a beautiful, inescapable snare that lures the unsuspecting soul. He wonders in amusement how a heart that was once perfectly peaceful, hale, and whole could willingly walk into such sweet turmoil.