How long shall I complain about my beloved's favor, since the tale of my own life has slowly turned into an enemy.

This powerful couplet captures the ultimate disillusionment of love. The poet asks, 'How long shall I complain about my beloved?' The answer, however, is devastating: the story of love itself, the very narrative, has slowly become the enemy of his soul. It speaks to the pain of chronic yearning—a love so persistent it drains the life out of the lover. It’s the agony of a beautiful tragedy.