Could such a skittish, wild creature ever have fallen into your hands? Yet, O hunter-like beloved, it was captured only because of the captivity of its heart.

Here, the poet compares himself to a skittish, untamed deer that darts away at the slightest movement and could never be caught in an ordinary hunter's snare. Addressing his beloved as a captivating hunter, he reveals a sweet paradox: you didn't capture me through force or artifice, but simply because my own heart surrendered itself willingly. It is a lovely reflection on how even the wildest, most fiercely independent spirits surrender gladly when touched by love.