“Come to the orchard in spring. / There is light and wine, and sweethearts in the pomegranate flowers. / If you do not come, these do not matter. / If you do come, these do not matter.”

The poem invites the beloved to an orchard where there is light, wine and sweetness, and then admits in the last two lines that none of it matters either way. The indifference is not a boast: it says that the invitation, not the orchard, is the point.