Turned on her side, her hands conceal her bosom and captivating face; even in sleep, I never find her heedless of guarding her beauty.

This couplet paints a tender, intimate portrait of natural modesty. Watching the beloved asleep, the poet notices how even in deep slumber, she turns away and shields her captivating face and bosom with her hands. Her innate shyness and awareness of her charms are so deeply rooted that even the unconsciousness of sleep cannot undo them, leaving the lover utterly enchanted.