Granted. You’re given such wish, someone else’s wish. You’re now eternally bound to make it happen.

You immediately drop dead, as death is the only thing in the universe that cannot be corrupted and has no unintended side effects.

The wish is pure, but you realise that wasn’t exactly what you should have wished for. You engineered your own side effect.

A safe, pure wish is drafted. The text is engraved into your bones. This process is fatal.

Clear violation of the no wishing for wishes. One down.