I recall a night when my eyes did not sleep,

I heard the butterfly speaking to the candle.

I am in love, and if I burn, it is right,

Why should you weep and bear the pain?

He said, 'Oh my poor admirer,

The honey of my sweet lover has left.'

As sweetness departs from me,

As my soul, like Farhad, is consumed by fire.

He kept speaking, and each moment, a flood of pain,

Rushed down his pale face.

O claimant of love, your work is not this,

For you have neither patience nor strength to endure.

You flee from the mere flame of a spark,

But I stand firm to burn completely.

If the fire of love consumes you completely,

Behold me, for I am burned from head to toe.

All night, the candle was engaged in this conversation,

Until the time came for the assembly of the companions.

The night passed without any gain,

Until suddenly, a beautiful fairy killed him.

He kept speaking, and the smoke went to his head,

Saying, 'This is the end of love, my son.'

If you wish to learn how to love,

Through dying, you will find relief from burning.

Do not weep over the grave of your slain beloved,

Go and find joy, for that is what pleases him.

If you love, do not turn away from sickness,

Like Saadi, humble yourself and abandon your desires.

A true devotee does not seek his own aim,

Even if arrows and stones rain down upon him.

I warned you not to go to the sea,

But if you go, surrender your body to the storm.