Such a moment has arrived when there is ecstasy even in sorrow; it seems as though the round of rose-coloured wine has begun.

Here, the poet captures that transcendent moment where sorrow stops hurting and turns into a deep, quiet ecstasy. The 'rose-hued wine' is a classic metaphor for love, divine grace, or profound acceptance reaching a wounded heart. It suggests that when pain reaches its peak, it magically transforms into peace—as if the cup of comforting intoxication has finally been passed to them.