As if my body, consumed by the fire of sorrow, became like water; meaning, without the glow of your face, my beauty has also faded away.

This profound couplet speaks to the consuming power of the beloved's beauty. The poet compares the intensity of the lover's grief to being dissolved in fire, making the body nothing but water. Yet, the ultimate surrender is admitting that even this utter destruction is not enough. The true fear, the real devastation, is being separated from the beloved's 'show-faced' (show-like) glances. It’s a beautiful surrender to irresistible charm.