O beloved's tresses, by becoming untangled, you have only further increased the confusion and restlessness of my desire.

The poet plays with a delicious paradox of love here. When the beloved combs and smooths out their cascading hair, one would expect clarity or calm, but witnessing such flowing grace only makes the lover's heart more hopelessly fascinated. The physical knots of the tresses come undone, yet the lover's desire and yearning become ever more tangled.