Just as the palate of my soul began to relish the pleasure of pain, You made that pain completely incurable.

What a captivating paradox of love this is! The poet reflects that the moment his soul began to truly relish the poignant ache of longing, the Beloved turned that pain into an incurable wound. This is not a bitter complaint, but an intimate surrender—the lover has fallen so deeply in love with the suffering itself that receiving a cure would feel like losing love entirely.