They insistently urge the stranger (rival) to share a meal with them, but to me they merely say indifferently, 'Eat if you feel hungry.'

In this couplet, the poet highlights the bittersweet irony of a beloved's blatant favoritism. While the rival is pampered and persistently coaxed to share a meal, the devoted lover is met with cold, dismissive formality—casually told to eat only if hungry. It beautifully captures the quiet sting of being taken for granted, where mere polite indifference hurts far more than outright rejection.