In his passion for the candle’s light,
The moth flew towards the flame - oh so bright!!
Ripped of all desire except Love’s grace,
He held the flame in his embrace.
How he glowed as it burnt his flesh and soul,
To be one with the Truth was his only goal
‘He has found what we seek!’ the onlookers exclaimed,
As the moth lost Self and mortal frame…,
-translated by this writer from Attar’s Mantiq u-tayr
