The mood or temperament that existed yesterday is no longer there today; there is simply no cure for such fickle inconstancy.

Here, the poet sighs over the mercurial nature of the beloved, where yesterday's tenderness has abruptly turned into today's cold indifference. The word 'talavvun' captures this bewildering fickleness—a temperament that shifts like the wind without rhyme or reason. It is a tender, resigned lament of a lover who realizes that there is simply no remedy or cure for a heart so perpetually unpredictable.