It is known that we have always worshipped only that, and it is also known that the end result of this revelry is sorrow.

This couplet explores the bittersweet paradox of intense devotion. The poet acknowledges that the beloved is the source of all daily adoration and joy. Yet, there is a painful truth woven into the fabric of this ecstasy: the very intensity of this passion, this 'masti,' inevitably leads to melancholy and sadness. It’s the realization that the deepest joys come with the deepest emotional cost.