I have no sorrow that love deprived me entirely of peace and patience; the grief of love remained my companion, so it matters not whether anyone else stayed.

The poet embraces a tender paradox: losing his peace of mind and patience in love brings him no regret at all. Instead of feeling abandoned, he finds that the very sorrow of love has turned into his most loyal, devoted companion. When heartache itself holds your hand like an intimate friend, losing the comfort of the world no longer matters.