If someone's fragrance can throw even an inanimate painted nightingale into ecstasy, with what face can the rose-hued one claim equality with them?

The poet imagines a presence so breathtaking that its mere fragrance can stir even a lifeless bird painted on a canvas into ecstatic trance. By taking the classic romance between the rose and the nightingale to a miraculous extreme, the verse suggests that this beauty breathes life into the inanimate. In the face of such transcendent perfection, no earthly flower or rival can dare claim equality.