I endured all kinds of troubles and vexations in love, yet upon attaining it, nothing came out of all that torment.

Here, the poet looks back with a wry, melancholic smile at all the turmoil and endless headaches endured in the pursuit of love. We often imagine that winning over the beloved will heal all our struggles, but this couplet touches upon the paradox of desire: sometimes, the fulfillment of a long-sought longing leaves behind an unexpected emptiness. The true intensity lived in the chasing, and once attained, the prize proved hollow.