If there were no bewilderment in the spectacle of the beloved, I would not be struck speechless with wonder like a mirror.
The poet reflects on the overwhelming beauty of the beloved, saying that their sight is not just a spectacle, but an ocean of pure astonishment. By comparing himself to a mirror ('aaina-namat'), he captures that breathtaking state of being utterly spellbound—motionless, wide-eyed, and completely speechless, silently reflecting the radiant vision before him. It is a tender portrait of awe in love, where words fail and the heart is entirely frozen in quiet, reverent adoration.
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