Whether it is your tresses or your eyebrows, I am caught in a relentless struggle and tug-of-war from all sides.

The poet captures the dizzying, sweet torment of being completely overwhelmed by the beloved's presence. The curling tresses act like a snare pulling at the heart, while the arched brows draw him in like bows ready to strike from another side. Caught in this irresistible tug-of-war, the lover feels happily trapped—whichever way he turns, the beloved's beauty holds him captive.