O restless heart, it would be wonderful if you departed from my chest, for only then would I finally find peace.
In this couplet, the poet is having an exhausted, bittersweet conversation with his own restless heart. He sighs that it would truly be a blessing if his heart simply tore itself out and left his chest, so he could finally know a moment of peace. The moving irony here is that losing one's heart means physical death, yet the agony of living with such unrelenting turmoil feels far more unbearable than dying.
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