Look, those eyes possess the sorcery of Samiri and those lips have the life-giving breath of Jesus; it is upon me alone that magic spells are cast, and upon me alone that healing breaths are blown.

The poet paints a stunning paradox of love using two iconic legends: the beloved's eyes possess the hypnotic sorcery of Samiri, while their lips carry the miraculous, life-giving breath of Jesus. The lover finds himself blissfully trapped in this contradiction—first utterly bewitched and slain by a glance, only to be revived and healed by a gentle whisper. It captures how the beloved holds both the power to ruin you and the grace to breathe you back to life.