In the evening of sorrow, driven by the burning passion of love for the beloved's fiery face, we are fluttering our wings while burning just like a moth.

This couplet paints the classic, haunting image of the moth and the flame. In the dark, lonely evening of separation, the radiant memory of the beloved's glowing face burns like an intense fire. Drawn helplessly to this heat, the lover flutters their wings like a moth, willingly surrendering to the consuming flames of love.