The splendor-giver who set aflame the Tūṛ (beauty/form) of my beloved companion, that very fire, through its black feathers, also played mischief with me.

This powerful couplet describes the unpredictable nature of intense passion. The poet suggests that the same divine brilliance (tajalli) that illuminated the beloved's glorious form (noor) is the very fire that played mischief on him. It's a beautiful acknowledgement that the source of immense beauty is also the source of profound suffering and emotional turmoil.