In memory of his intoxicating company, I wish to strike with my hands on the wrists of the lovers.

This couplet captures the intoxicating power of memory. The poet is saying that the memory of the beloved's charm (saaq-e-seemin) is so potent that it has become an addiction. He declares that he is ready to face any challenge, any battle, or any wound—to 'fight at the hands of the warriors'—simply to relive that beautiful, haunting memory. It is a declaration of love that transcends life and death.