O beloved, by the grace and impact of separation from you, the work of my weeping eyes continues ceaselessly.

There is a tender, bittersweet irony here: the lover treats separation not merely as a curse, but as a generous gift or 'grace' that keeps the eyes endlessly employed in weeping. The beloved's absence becomes a sustaining force, turning tears into a dedicated craft and a constant companion. It captures the unique charm of classical verse where the pain of heartbreak is cherished as an ongoing act of devotion.