I am the guardian of those tresses, protected by the intoxication; alas, it is not right for the stars to break too much.

This beautiful couplet speaks of deep, almost sacred guardianship. The poet says he is the protector of the beloved's tresses, guarding them even from the stain of wine. But the real wonder is the second line: 'It's not good even the breaking of stars.' This hyperbole emphasizes that the beloved's beauty and grace are so magnificent that even the cosmos's most profound celestial event—the breaking of a star—pales in comparison to her existence. A powerful declaration of devotion.