Since you have made even the rival a confidant of your secrets, there is no pride in it for me if you have trusted me as well.

In love, true pride comes from exclusivity—the feeling of holding a unique place in the beloved's heart. Here, the poet speaks with quiet heartbreak and gentle irony: if the beloved shares their deepest secrets even with rivals, then trusting the lover is no longer a special honor. When intimacy becomes ordinary and distributed to all, the sacred magic of devotion loses its meaning.