Life's heart has no patience, oh, that heart is not impatient. (Meaning: The heart of life has restlessness, it is not the heart that is impatient.)

This profound couplet explores the inherent restlessness of the human heart. The poet suggests that the very impatience (nasuburi) of the heart defines our existence. It's a beautiful paradox: the heart is always yearning, always restless, and perhaps, that constant yearning is what gives life its meaning, its rhythm, and its pain. It’s a reminder that deep emotional turbulence is simply part of being alive.