I am that moth which is burned merely by the thought of the candle; the moment I saw smoke, a fire erupted in my heart.

In classic poetry, a moth is destroyed by physically touching the flame, but here the lover’s devotion is so intense that the mere thought of the candle is enough to consume him. Catching even a faint trace of distant smoke instantly ignites a blaze in his heart. It is a stunning depiction of passionate sensitivity, where love doesn't need physical presence to set the soul on fire.