Their own beauty and youth are no less than a rival to me; whenever one looks, there is only them, a mirror, and a comb.

In this charming couplet, the poet playfully laments that he doesn't need an outside rival to steal his beloved's attention—her own dazzling youth and beauty are distraction enough! Lost in self-admiration with her mirror and comb, she remains utterly absorbed in her own reflection. The beloved becomes her own competition, leaving the longing lover completely forgotten on the sidelines.