The only outcome of love is the weeping of sorrow; if you need proof, ask my eyes that flow constantly like a river.

The poet reflects on love not as a source of triumph, but as a path of deep sorrow whose only true harvest is weeping. To prove this truth, he points to his own eyes, using the vivid image of a flowing river to show the endless stream of his tears. It is a poignant, personal confession that heartbreak leaves behind a grief so overwhelming, the body itself becomes a witness to the pain.