Oh foolish desires of mortals! How weak are the reasons that lead us to not take off our flight from the ground.
Stand firm as the tower that never shakes its top whatever wind may blow.
Lost are we, and are only so far punished, That without hope we live on in desire.
I, answering in the end, began: 'Alas, how many yearning thoughts, what great desire, have lead them through such sorrow to their fate?
Consider that this day ne'er dawns again.
Because your question searches for deep meaning, I shall explain in simple words