In the gathering of beloveds, speech comes forth only with sullen lips; we have grown tired of such people who demand flattery.
Imagine stepping into a gathering of beautiful elites who sit like impassive statues, speaking only with sullen lips unless someone showers them with praise. The poet uses the metaphor of 'idols' to critique those whose fragile vanity demands ceaseless flattery just to offer a civil word. It is a weary, heartfelt sigh against superficiality, celebrating the dignity of genuine conversation over hollow sycophancy.
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