I suffer the shock of their betrayal all day and night; if only they were in my control, why would there be any sorrow at all?
The poet speaks of the persistent ache of betrayal that lingers through every waking hour, day and night. The true agony lies in complete helplessness—we cannot compel the heart or loyalty of the one we adore. Had the beloved been under the lover's sway, this grief wouldn't exist, but love's cruelest irony is surrendering control entirely to someone who remains forever beyond our grasp.
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