Seeing your lustrous and sharp sword in the hand of cruelty, water will come to the mouth of every wound on my heart.
The poet plays brilliantly with the double meaning of 'aab', which refers both to the glittering sharpness of a sword and to water. Seeing the beloved raise that gleaming, deadly blade, the lover's existing wounds don't cower in fear—their 'mouths water' in eager anticipation of being struck again. It captures that quintessential madness of classical Urdu love poetry, where the lover hungers for the pain inflicted by the beloved rather than dreading it.
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