You were supposed to promise a glimpse only to me, but what have you done instead that you made the entire world hopeful of seeing you?

There is a lovely mix of playful jealousy and deep longing in this couplet. The lover tenderly complains that the beloved was supposed to grant a private, exclusive glimpse just to him, but has instead scattered their charms so generously that the whole world now waits in hope. It captures that classic romantic ache of wanting to be uniquely special to someone whose beauty is simply too radiant to remain a secret.