On the night of union, the beloved complains with coquettish irritation that you do not even allow them to turn upon their side.

This playful couplet captures the tender intimacy of the night of union, where even a protest is wrapped in pure affection. The beloved's feigned irritation at not being allowed to even turn over is not true annoyance, but a flirtatious display of charm and warmth. It beautifully shows how, in deep love, mild reproaches become the sweetest celebrations of closeness.