O counselor, engaging in an argument with madmen is a blow to intellect itself; tell me, haven't I said it well?

Here, the poet playfully teases the pious advisor who tries to reform passionate lovers with cold logic and moral sermons. Arguing with those consumed by love is not wisdom; rather, dragging intellect into a realm that transcends logic only degrades reason itself. The couplet closes with a cheeky, self-satisfied wink—as if the speaker is asking, 'Didn't I just hit the nail right on the head?'