When there is no relationship left between us, why should I grieve your union with my rival? By God, your attempt to make me cry only makes me laugh.

Here, the lover wraps himself in cool indifference, declaring that the beloved’s intimacy with a rival can no longer hurt him because no bond remains between them. The beloved's calculated drama to provoke tears feels so transparent and petty that it brings genuine amusement rather than sorrow. Yet, beneath this defiant laughter lies the familiar paradox of love, where a smile is often the last defense guarding a wounded heart.