The bride of the world once felt love for me too; this courtesan was devoted to me as well for at least one night.

Here, the poet boldly compares the material world to a fickle courtesan whose loyalty never truly belongs to anyone. Yet, there is a wry nostalgia and subtle pride in remembering that even this faithless world once showered all its charms upon him, if only for a fleeting night. It captures the bittersweet transience of worldly success—knowing it was never meant to last, but cherishing the fact that it once belonged entirely to you.