O foolish heart, writhe in pain once again, because rivals are taunting that when nothing availed him in the end, he resigned himself to patience.
The poet urges his naive heart to start aching and writhing in passion once again. Having suffered for so long, he had finally embraced silent patience, only for his rivals to mock his quiet dignity as helpless surrender. Refusing to let the world view his composure as defeat, the lover prefers the fiery torment of love over an easy peace that looks like giving up.
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