Why are these people staring so closely at the wound in my heart? I fear lest their gaze cast an evil eye upon the hands and arms of the one who struck me.
What a heartbreakingly selfless and tender thought this is. The lover has been struck a fatal blow by the beloved, yet instead of lamenting his pain or seeking sympathy, he worries about the person who harmed him. Seeing the crowd marvel at how deep and masterfully the wound was dealt, he fears their gaze might cast an evil eye on the beloved's capable hands.
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