They enjoyed listening to my story so much that I now hear the storyteller is summoned every day.

There is a sharp, bittersweet irony in this couplet. The poet poured out his real anguish and heartbreak hoping for compassion, but the beloved simply enjoyed it as a captivating piece of fiction. Now, the cruel twist is that the beloved summons the storyteller every single day—not out of love or remorse, but purely to be entertained by the spectacle of his sorrow.