The cupbearer does not even give me that broken and ruined cup lying discarded.

Here, the lover touches the very depths of longing and destitution. Rather than pleading for fine wine or an untouched goblet, he asks only for the broken, ruined cup that lies discarded and unwanted by everyone else. Yet even that worthless remnant is denied to him by the cupbearer, painting an intensely moving picture of an unlucky heart refused even the smallest fraction of grace.