Out of sheer modesty, henna bows its head in prostration at the feet of your bashful self, drenched in sweat from head to toe.

The poet paints a delicate picture by personifying henna as an adoring admirer at the beloved's feet. The beloved's natural modesty is so overwhelming that even the henna feels shy and reverent, bowing in deep prostration and breaking out into a sweat from head to toe—which poetically explains its wet, dewy glow. It is a tender reflection on how true purity and grace inspire awe even in beauty itself.