I came back to life upon their arrival while the enemy died; seeing the Messiah at my bedside, Death itself turned around and fled.

This sher carries a lovely blend of romantic triumph and playful wit. The poet compares the beloved to the Messiah, whose miraculous touch has the power to bring the dying back to life. As the lover revives at his sickbed, the jealous rival perishes from pure spite, and even Death retreats in utter helplessness before the healing power of true love.