In order to become one with my dear beloved, I, a deceitful lover, not possessed by his love, did not learn from a mot how to die in separation from him, nor did I learn from fish how to die in the separation of beloved.
And here I am who is not making any effort to merge in my Lord by keeping his refulgence in my heart; and yet with all this recalcitrance, I am alive.
I have not understood the intensity of love and consequence of death as is in the case of a moth and flame or fish and water, and therefore both moth and fish feel ashamed of my; fraudulent love.
Being a deceitful friend, my human life is damnable, whereas the reptilian species are worth appreciation for their love of their beloveds like the moth and fish. Because of my fraudulent love I will not even get a place in hell. (14)