For God's sake, praise this madness of my longing, that I arrive at the beloved's doorstep even before my own messenger.
Imagine being so restless in love that you dispatch a messenger with a letter, but your longing simply cannot bear the wait. The poet playfully begs for praise for this wild frenzy of desire, because he ends up outrunning his own courier and reaching the beloved's threshold first. It is a charming, tender portrait of total impatience, showing how true passion makes the heart race faster than any messenger could ever carry its words.
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