May God protect the heart from the disease of love, as people say this affliction is never a good thing.

Here, the poet looks at love not merely as an emotion, but as an incurable malady that consumes the soul. With a blend of sweet innocence and subtle irony, he prays for divine protection, quoting the collective warning of worldly wisdom that this affliction never bodes well. Beneath this playful caution lies the deep emotional reality that love is a beautiful torment—one that is as feared as it is irresistibly sought.