From the memory of your beauty, tears stream from your eyes, if we all wander beneath some garden's sway.

This couplet speaks of the overwhelming power of memory and beauty. The poet suggests that merely remembering the beloved's face brings tears to the eyes. And if one were to wander through any garden, they would become utterly lost—not just physically, but emotionally, consumed by the depth of feeling. It’s a beautiful depiction of being lost in love's remembrance.