…The heavens could not bear my debtAnd wrote me as a madman in my fate.But lovers bled their heartsAnd on the face of the BelovedDid a beauty spot create. The fire that burnsIn the flame of the lampIs not the fire;It burns in the essence ofThe moth and consumes him entire…

…The love of his youthAppeared as in a dreamAnd this ageing loverWent mad with love.The youth robbed him ofReason and his chastity.In pursuit of his Beloved, mad, deranged,He was from kith and kin estranged.The fire of the rose’s cheekBurnt the nightingale’s heart;The laughing flameTormented the devoted moth…