When did the beloved ever grant me a kiss of the mole on her sweet lips? She merely offered a bit of sugarcane to give me a taste and kindle an endless craving.
The poet playfully laments the beloved's coquettish teasing, asking whether she ever truly granted a kiss on the mole of her sweet lips. Instead, she merely offered a tiny nibble of sugarcane—just enough sweetness to stir an addiction and leave him longing for more. Rather than satisfying his desire, she deliberately whetted his appetite, making the pang of love even sweeter and more torturous.
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