In your remembrance, the coming and going of breath is filled with deep reflection, and while keeping watch over this breath, we have become oblivious to everything else.

Here, the poet treats the memory of the beloved not just as a passing thought, but as the very rhythm of breathing itself. Every inhale and exhale becomes a deliberate, sacred meditation steeped in their presence. There is a gentle beauty in how he contrasts being completely oblivious to the world with remaining intensely watchful over this single, love-filled breath.