بخش 188 - رسیدن آن عاشق به معشوق خویش چون دست از جان خود بشست

Prostrating himself on face and head, like a ball, he went with wet eyes towards the Sadr (Prince).

All the people were waiting, their heads in the air, (to see) whether he would burn or hang him.

“Now” (they said) “he will show to this simpleton that which Time (Fortune) shows to the unfortunate.

Like the moth, he (the lover) deemed the (fiery) sparks to be the light: foolishly he fell in and was cut off from (deprived of) life.”

But the candle of Love is not like that (external) candle: it is radiance in radiance in radiance.

It is the reverse of the fiery candles: it seems to be fire, while (in reality) it is all sweetness.