Oh, the gathering of those who watched the spectacle of my poverty, it left the gathering the moment the era of the wine reached me.

This powerful couplet speaks to the fickle nature of crowds and the realization of one's true worth. The poet suggests that people only gather to watch a spectacle—the 'poverty' or struggle—of a person. But the moment that person achieves recognition, or reaches their peak (the 'round of the cup'), the crowd disperses. It’s a profound commentary on superficial admiration versus genuine respect.