I am astonished at the shortness of the night of pleasure; O God, did evening and morning arrive together?

When we are wrapped in genuine happiness, time seems to slip right through our fingers. The poet looks back at a night spent in bliss with the beloved and is so astonished by how fast it vanished that he playfully asks if dusk and dawn arrived hand-in-hand. It is a tender reflection on how joy compresses time, making our sweetest moments feel impossibly brief.