Seeing the engraver, what could I do but draw the design of the beloved? From that charming, modest one, I kept drawing the wait.

This powerful couplet captures the agony of unfulfilled love. The poet asks: 'What masterpiece could I draw, seeing the artisan, but it was merely the portrait of the Beloved?' And then, 'What else could I draw but the drawing of waiting for that charming, elusive Beloved?' It speaks to the depth of devotion—that even the act of longing becomes the art itself.