Although the turning of the heavens (fate) is adept at stirring up trouble, the roving of your mischief-breeding eyes is something entirely different.

In classical Urdu poetry, the revolving skies of fate are traditionally blamed for every storm and sorrow in the world. The poet wittily concedes that destiny might indeed be a master of chaos, but gently points out that the playful, roving glance of the beloved belongs to another realm entirely. While fate merely turns the wheel of circumstance, a single mischievous look from those eyes creates a delightfully devastating sweet upheaval in the lover's heart.