The secrets of the hidden inner burning are not being revealed; are the blisters on the tongue meant to burst open so that they come out?
This couplet captures the agonizing struggle of holding deep sorrow inside. The poet speaks of an inner fire so intense that it defies verbal expression, yet its scorching heat has raised painful blisters upon the tongue. With a poignant play on the word 'bursting', the lover wonders whether these blisters must literally rupture before the world can finally see and comprehend the unspoken agony within.
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