The face of that one I am gazing at, that is what I behold; my own surprise, like a pattern, is the very thing I know.
This couplet perfectly captures the state of being utterly mesmerized. The speaker is so lost in gazing at her face that his attention is completely fixed, unable to look anywhere else. He notes that the entire ambiance—the 'samaa'—is like a beautiful painting, but even within that perfect art, there is a palpable sense of confusion and wonder that belongs only to him. It's the beauty of being lost in love's spell.
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