Your love built a dwelling within me, / With a heart full of poison, I kept sipping it myself. / When the poisonous woman (or 'witch') couldn't bear it, I died, / Because your love made me dance and I became intoxicated.

In this profound couplet, Bulleh Shah speaks of the consuming nature of true love. He describes how his heart has become a dwelling place for this divine intoxication. The speaker, having embraced the poison of love, declares that no worldly remedy can heal them, emphasizing that the very ecstasy of this love has completely transformed their existence.