The beloved is still not done embellishing her beauty; even beneath her veil, a mirror is kept constantly before her eyes.
Imagine a beloved so captivated by her own elegance that even while hiding behind a veil, she keeps a mirror tucked inside to endlessly admire and refine her grace. The poet playfully paints beauty as an eternal, unfinished art—never quite done adorning itself. On a deeper, mystical level, it whispers of the Divine, veiled from mortal eyes yet perpetually absorbed in contemplating Its own infinite splendor.
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