Death itself has brought the good news of life for me; I am an extinguished candle, and my immortality lies in my destruction.

Here, the poet welcomes death not with dread, but as a joyful herald of true liberation and peace. By calling himself an extinguished candle, he paints a tender image of being freed from the torment of constantly burning and melting away. In the mystical Sufi sense, dissolving one's earthly self (fana) is the only real doorway to eternal existence (baqa).