When someone mentioned love to the beloved, they dismissed it by saying that talking about that ruined, dust-headed lover is completely futile.
This couplet paints a poignant picture of the beloved's cold indifference and the lover's ruined state. The moment someone merely brings up the topic of love, the beloved dismisses it, calling any talk of that dust-strewn, wandering wretch entirely futile. Yet, tucked beneath this stinging disregard is a bitter irony: the instant love is mentioned, the beloved immediately knows exactly who it refers to.
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