I do not care about the cruelty of my rival or the tyranny of fate. My only anxiety and concern is for the unkind heart of the beloved.

The poet gently reminds us that for a true lover, the world's hostility and the harsh blows of fate hardly sting at all. You can easily brush off the envy of rivals or the cruelty of destiny, because those are outside storms. The only pain that truly consumes the heart is the cold indifference of the beloved—the one soul from whom warmth was desperately hoped for.