You torment me by hiding your face from me, but touch wood, my imagination still serves me well enough to picture you.

This couplet captures a delightful and tender back-and-forth between lovers. The beloved thinks that hiding away will torment the lover with desperate longing, but the lover responds with a playful wink. He proudly notes that his imagination is so vivid and true that he can summon the beloved's image before his heart whenever he pleases, making physical distance utterly powerless.