Is it the musk-pod of the deer of China, or the musk of Tartary? How can I merely say that this knot of hair is just the navel of her tresses?

In this playful and fragrant couplet, the poet is completely enchanted by the intoxicating scent of his beloved's dark tresses. He marvels at the delicate knot in her hair, wondering if it holds the legendary musk of a Chinese gazelle or the rare perfume of Tartary. Through a clever wordplay on 'naaf' (meaning both a knot or navel, and a musk-pod), he suggests that simply calling it a curl of hair fails to capture how wonderfully divine and aromatic it truly is.