Oh beloved, your tresses are a source of tears; what remedy is there? Or is this veil of grace upon the face, a cloud of displeasure, morning and evening?

This beautiful couplet captures the lover's overwhelming state of being consumed by the beloved's beauty. The poet addresses the beloved, saying that her tresses alone are enough reason for endless sorrow. But the intensity doesn't stop there; her skirt (daman) is compared to a cloud of grace, visible day and night. It's a poignant mix of sorrow and intoxicating beauty, where the beloved's mere existence is both a source of pain and profound pleasure.