Upon seeing my beloved face-to-face, I was utterly mad. You, too, drank repeatedly, but neglected to offer any to your friend.

When I saw my beloved face to face, I was completely swept away, utterly consumed by a profound madness of love. It felt as though I was repeatedly given to drink from a cup of intoxicating emotion, and even you (perhaps referring to the circumstances, or the beloved's captivating presence itself) were partaking in this intoxicating spell. Yet, despite my heart overflowing, I couldn't make my beloved drink from the same cup, leaving me alone in this intense and all-encompassing intoxication of love.