There is little worth in books, for much has been written and washed away, but your spoken words are etched permanently like an inscription on stone upon my heart.

The poet contrasts the fleeting nature of formal bookish learning with the profound, indelible impact of the beloved's words. Long ago, students would write on wooden slates only to wash them clean, showing how temporary worldly knowledge can be. Yet every word uttered by the beloved has become etched upon the speaker's heart like an inscription carved in stone—permanent, precious, and unshakeable.