Ever since my heart made its abode in the corner of your dark, intoxicated eyes, it has completely abandoned even the tavern of the wine-seller.

Imagine eyes so naturally intoxicating that they make actual wine seem utterly pointless. The poet says that ever since his heart took shelter in the deep, dark corner of the beloved's languid gaze, it walked away from the tavern for good. The intoxication found in love and those captivating eyes is so profound that no worldly cup can ever compare.