The person who fell ill from your eyes was never cured until he obtained the poison from the greenish down of your cheek.

In classical ghazal imagery, the beloved's intoxicating gaze inflicts a sweet sickness upon the lover that no ordinary medicine can ever cure. The poet cleverly evokes 'khatt-e-zangari', the delicate down blossoming on the beloved's cheek, comparing its greenish hue to verdigris, a toxic copper patina. Paradoxically, the lover only finds true peace once he tastes this fatal 'poison'—suggesting that the ultimate remedy for the pain of love is to completely surrender to its deadly allure.