How strange that from the fresh breeze of dawn, that fire can come alive which lies in your ashes.

This couplet speaks to the haunting power of memory and passion. The poet questions how something as gentle as the morning dawn (nawa-ha-e-sahar-gahi) can revive a fire that was believed to be extinguished—a fire resting in the ashes of the beloved's dust. It captures that painful, beautiful paradox where even the smallest trace of remembrance can reignite the deepest emotions.