Do not ask the true condition of my heart, yet we only say this: may the one who made us restless remain restless themselves.
There is a deeply human ache in this couplet—the lover tries to maintain dignity by withholding the painful details of their heartbreak, yet the agony is simply too intense to hide completely. It captures that raw, vulnerable moment where pain slips out as an involuntary curse, wishing not out of cruelty, but out of longing that the beloved might finally understand the weight of restlessness by experiencing it themselves.
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