I have heard that the killer has sharpened his sword; if this is true, then he has undoubtedly struck at me.

In this couplet, there is a striking blend of vulnerability and a lover's tragic pride. The poet hears that the beloved—the charming killer—has sharpened their blade, and immediately assumes that such dedicated cruelty could be meant for no one else. In the classical ghazal tradition, the beloved's attention is coveted even in destruction, and here, the mere rumor of preparation feels as fatal as the strike itself.