Asad, caught in the turmoil of waiting, burned in every possible way; he was like a moth to the radiant candle of manifestation.

Ghalib captures the restless agony of a lover whose longing never ends. Like a moth irresistibly drawn to a flame, he is consumed by the yearning to witness the beloved—or the divine—fully revealed in the world. This endless burning in anticipation isn't a torment to escape, but the very essence and purpose of his devoted soul.