Those gatherings that were once the delight of the sky's eye and upon which the sun and moon were sacrificed have now vanished so completely that not even a trace of them remains.

This couplet paints a deeply poignant picture of the impermanence of glory and the relentless march of time. Think of gatherings so dazzling and filled with life that even the heavens held them dear, while the sun and moon seemed ready to sacrifice their own radiance before them. Yet, the river of time sweeps everything away; those very assemblies have vanished so completely into the dust that not even an echo remains, reminding us how the greatest human splendor eventually fades into silence.