The four or five open wounds on the dying victim appear to have opened their mouths, ready to kiss the killer's dagger four or five more times.

There is a thrilling, bittersweet madness in this couplet where the dying lover turns pain into adoration. Instead of crying out in agony, the open, gaping wounds on his body are seen as eager lips waiting to kiss the beloved's blade once again. It beautifully captures that classic ghazal sentiment where even the cruelty of the beloved is welcomed with open arms and celebrated as an act of grace.