The adversary of sorrow has mobilized its army against the lovers. It is entirely fitting if that king now emerges, beating the royal drums of war.

The poet imagines the world of lovers as a battlefield under siege, where the army of sorrow has launched a grand assault. In response, it is only fitting that their true sovereign—the beloved or the spirit of love itself—sounds the royal war drums to defend them. There is a delightful poetic play on the word 'baja', meaning both 'justified' and 'to play an instrument', which turns emotional vulnerability into a majestic and defiant stand.