Every moment there was an intoxication and a continuous delight; it was unclear whether a bottle of wine was tucked beside me or it was just my restless heart.

The poet captures that sweet, perpetual haze of longing where every breath feels soaked in intoxication. He playfully questions the true source of this endless high—was it an actual flask of wine kept close, or was it simply his own restless, aching heart? In doing so, he tenderly reveals that emotional yearning can be far more intoxicating and all-consuming than any physical drink.