There was neither any care shown for anyone there nor any hospitable welcome; for whom, then, were all those grand arrangements made in your gathering yesterday?
Imagine walking into a lavish party thrown by the one you adore, only to feel utterly invisible and unattended amidst the crowd. The poet observes the grandeur and effort put into the gathering, yet feels the striking absence of warmth or hospitality. With gentle irony and subtle heartache, he asks his beloved: if no one was actually welcomed, then who was all this magnificent spectacle really staged for?
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