Friends, the custom of this city is very strange, as no one ever bothers to console or appease an ordinary, humble person.

Here, the poet offers a gentle yet stinging reflection on the callous priorities of our society. In this bustling city, people will bend over backward to soothe and flatter the rich and powerful, but the heartbreak of an ordinary, humble soul goes completely unnoticed. It captures the quiet loneliness of being powerless, reminding us how rarely compassion is granted to those who have neither wealth nor influence.