Worldly sorrows have wiped away the joyful intoxication of love; otherwise, we too used to savor the sweet pleasure of love's grief earlier.

The poet reflects on how the unromantic, crushing burdens of worldly survival have swept away the intoxicating ecstasy of love. There was once a time when heartbreak itself was a luxurious, sweet sorrow that the lover took pride in relishing. Sadly, the mundane anxieties of life have hardened the heart, stripping away even the poetic joy of suffering for love.