What pleasure can there be in speech or poetry if there is no pain of love in the heart? If you are not truly wounded, you should stop writhing as well.
The poet gently reminds us that true eloquence cannot exist without genuine heartache; words only gain soul when born from the authentic agony of love. The imagery of the 'bismil'—a creature wounded and writhing in sacrifice—represents the raw vulnerability of a lover. If you haven't actually suffered love's deep wound, pretense has no power, because poetry without true pain will always ring hollow.
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