It is remembered that the path of my every day and night, whether it was the door of the desert or the door of the tavern, was only towards you.

This profound couplet speaks to the consuming nature of memory and longing. The poet questions the source of this persistent remembrance, wondering if it is tied to the desolate emptiness of the desert's gate, or the intoxicating haze of the tavern. It's a beautiful struggle between profound emptiness and overwhelming intoxication—a struggle that defines the lover's existence.