Look at my pale and faded face; if my heart itself catches fire, imagine what kind of smoke will rise from it.

The poet asks us to look at their pale, bloodless face, seeing it as the first visible trace of a fire smoldering deep within. In ghazal tradition, the heart's grief is often imagined as an inner blaze, and here the lover's faded complexion is like the initial haze before the inferno. The couplet leaves us with a haunting question: if mere agony can drain all life from one's countenance, what devastation will unfold when the heart finally burns to ashes?