I remained illuminated from the dawn of eternity until the morning of the Day of Judgment, even though beauty had mistaken me for an extinguished lamp of the gathering.

In this couplet, the lover speaks with quiet pride about the immortality of his passion. The beloved mistook him for a candle casually snuffed out when the night's gathering ended, thinking his devotion was temporary and easily dismissed. But the poet reveals that his inner flame transcends worldly assemblies—it has burned continuously since the dawn of creation and will blaze on until Judgment Day.