O Candle! Why does the moth love you? Why is this restless soul devoted to you?

Your charm keeps it restless like mercury. Did you teach it the etiquette of Love?

It circumambulates the site of your manifestation. Is it inspired with the fire of your lightning?

Do the woes of death give it the peace of life? Does your flame possess the quality of eternal life?

If you do not brighten this sorrowful world; this burning heart's tree of Longing may not green up.

Falling before you is the prayer of this little heart; the taste for impassioned Love knows this little heart.

It has some zeal of the Primeval Beauty's Lover; you are a small Toor, it is a small Kalim.

The moth and the taste for the Sight of the Light! This small insect and the Longing for the Light!