If You had granted me the capacity to endure the intoxication of love, You should not have made the cup of my lifespan so short.

Here, the poet gently yet poignantly complains to the Divine about the cruel brevity of human existence. By contrasting his vast capacity (zarf) to absorb love's boundless intoxication with the narrow goblet (paimana) of a fleeting lifespan, he highlights a tragic mismatch. Having a soul built for infinite passion feels like a tender curse when life itself ends far too quickly to fully experience it.