As she turned back to look, the strike of her eyebrows hit its mark; it felt as though one dagger cut straight and the other slashed slightly in reverse.

Here, the poet paints a vivid and playful picture of the fatal charm of a backward glance. When the beloved turns to look back, the elegant arch of her eyebrows acts like twin daggers cutting into the lover's heart—one slicing straight and the other angled sharply with the turn of her head. It beautifully captures how a single, fleeting gesture can leave someone completely wounded and utterly spellbound by love.