The intoxication of both beauty and love is identical; neither do they have any awareness of themselves, nor do I have any awareness of myself.
This couplet captures the enchanting symmetry between the lover and the beloved when caught in the trance of passion. Beauty has its own quiet intoxication, just as love possesses its wild madness; both dissolve the awareness of self completely. The poet warmly reminds us that at love's peak, all self-consciousness fades—she is utterly lost in her own radiance, and he has forgotten himself in adoration of her.
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