Look at the longing of your sword at my helpless state; even the pattern on its steel has turned into an eye wide with astonishment.

In this couplet, the poet plays brilliantly with the classical motif of 'jauhar'—the delicate, wavy grain on high-quality steel that poets often picture as tiny eyes. The lover stands before the beloved's sword in utter helplessness and absolute surrender, without a trace of resistance. Moved by this heartbreaking vulnerability, even the weapon is stunned; the grain upon its cold steel seems to open wide like an astonished eye, longing and lamenting over such fragile devotion.