What pleasure is there for a human in this house of existence? One arrives here like a guest, only to depart full of regret.
The poet imagines the world as a grand house where human beings arrive full of hope and curiosity, much like invited guests. Yet, the tragedy of existence is that our stay is fleeting and layered with disillusionment, leaving us to depart burdened with regret and unfulfilled desires rather than fond memories. In just two lines, it gently poses a timeless question: what true joy can be found in a home that was never truly ours to begin with?
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