They roam around trampling over our resting place in the company of rivals; what a fine way to honor the shrine of martyrs!
In this couplet, the poet uses biting yet poignant irony to lay bare the beloved's callousness. The lover has perished in devotion, turning their final resting place into a sacred shrine of martyrs, yet the beloved visits surrounded by rivals, trampling all over the grave. The bitter remark about 'splendid honour' highlights the tragic pain of seeing one's ultimate sacrifice trivialized and desecrated.
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