That mischief-maker only ever brought troubles and turmoil upon my head; other than this, nothing else was accomplished by them.

This couplet captures the delightful exasperation and sweet bitterness of loving someone who brings endless chaos into your life. The poet calls his beloved a 'fitna-gar'—a master of mischief—complaining with gentle irony that all she ever accomplished was turning his world upside down with storms of trouble. Beneath this playful complaint lies a tender surrender; even the turmoil she brings is so consuming that love finds its meaning entirely in her beautiful torment.