Although my gaze of longing is not lacking in any way, your youthful beauty remains incomparable and entirely your own.

We often say that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, and the poet readily admits that his gaze is brimming with fierce, passionate longing. Yet, with graceful humility, he confesses that the beloved’s radiant bloom isn't just an illusion crafted by his yearning. Her beauty is so authentic, luminous, and peerless that it effortlessly outshines even the most devoted gaze.