That crooked-natured beloved never crossed paths with me on the way, nor did they ever accept my greeting in a direct or straightforward manner.

Here, the poet plays brilliantly with the contrast between crookedness and straightness. The beloved is called 'kaj-ravish'—a crooked walker—which is a metaphor for someone capricious, aloof, and contrary by nature. Not only do they deliberately avoid meeting on an open path, but even when offered a simple greeting, they refuse to respond with straightforward warmth or grace. It is a lover's witty yet tenderly wounded complaint about a beloved whose very disposition refuses to be kind.