If the cupbearer does not sing of the beloved, then that is even better, for the lover's delight lies in the mere word of separation.

This profound couplet speaks to the ultimate intoxication of love—a state where words become meaningless. The poet suggests that the 'cupbearer' (the guide or the beloved) should never hear a complaint. Why? Because the mere atmosphere, the warmth of the company itself, is a sufficient intoxication. It's a beautiful testament to self-contained joy, where the pleasure of the moment transcends the need for explanation or pity.