If your glance does not wound me in the morning, then what is it that allows the lover to spend the night in sorrow?

This profound couplet captures the painful paradox of deep love. The poet questions the very purpose of enduring sorrow if the beloved's captivating presence—even if it brings temporary pain in the morning—is withdrawn. It suggests that the suffering itself is meaningful because the anticipation of the beloved's grace, however fleeting, makes the night's agony bearable. It is a lament on the necessity of the beloved's influence in the lover's life.