There was nothing in the lover's possession except grief, but you turned even that sorrow into a source of comfort.

The poet reflects on the lover's modest existence, where sorrow is the only wealth or possession they have to offer. Yet, by the beloved's gentle grace, this very heartache has been transformed into a source of profound, comforting solace. In true love, the pain of longing is not eliminated; rather, it becomes so sweet that the suffering itself feels like peace.