Because this restlessness was gifted by the beloved's playful mischief, I spent the entire night caressing and comforting my troubled heart.

Here, the poet looks at heartache not as suffering, but as a sweet keepsake from the beloved's playful teasing. Because this agitation was sparked by the beloved's charm, the lover treats his fluttering heart not with frustration, but with tender affection, cradling it all through the night like a restless child. It is a delightful reminder of how in love, even restlessness becomes something precious to be cherished.