Yes, punish me, O God of love and granter of grief, for this disrespectful tongue has once again spoken of the beloved.

Here, the lover surrenders to his sweet helplessness, begging the God of Love for punishment like a repentant child. Despite all his vows of silence and restraint, his yearning betrayed him, and the beloved's name slipped onto his tongue. It captures that tender paradox of devotion, where breaking the secret feels like an insolent crime, yet the heart simply cannot help celebrating the one it loves.