There is neither any pleasure in enmity nor any joy in friendship; it would be better if a stranger were truly a stranger and a friend were truly a friend.

This couplet laments the vanishing authenticity in modern relationships, where both warmth and rivalry have lost their honest passion. The poet feels weary because friends often carry hidden coldness while enemies wear deceptive smiles, leaving emotions hollow and blurred. It is a heartfelt wish for clarity and sincerity—a longing for a world where people are simply true to the bonds they claim to hold.