Do not ask me about the intoxication of being wasted in pleasures, for I have blown out the lamps of hundreds of such pleasures.

This profound couplet speaks to a life lived fully, even if that life was characterized by 'ruin' or excess. The poet suggests that asking about the pleasure derived from such a state is pointless, because he has already experienced and extinguished countless such moments of joy. It's a powerful declaration of having lived intensely, leaving no room for questions about the depth of his past experiences.