Nazm stands with his head bowed down just like a pen, and the direction of his prostration is toward your written decree.

In this couplet, the poet paints a vivid image of himself bowing low, just like the nib of a reed pen dipping down to the paper. His prostration is not an ordinary bow; its direction is set entirely toward the beloved's or master's written decree. It speaks of total, tender devotion where the lover's entire existence and art exist solely to honor and obey the will of the one they revere.