Find out the condition and impact of my ineffective sigh partly from your own heart and partly from strangers or rivals.
There is a lovely touch of playful irony here. The beloved pretends to be completely untouched by the lover's painful sighs, yet the poet gently calls their bluff: if my sighs were truly powerless, why ask your own heart, which secretly trembles, and why ask your rivals, who are burning with jealousy? It is a poignant reminder that genuine heartache always leaves an invisible mark, no matter how hard the beloved pretends not to care.
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