O Lord, what kind of wind blew at the dawn of the night of union, that both my heart and the morning candle were extinguished together.
Imagine the dawn that follows an all-too-brief night of union with the beloved, bringing with it the cold reality of parting. The poet pairs his fragile heart with the morning candle—both had burned with passion all night, only to be snuffed out together by the winds of separation. It captures that devastating grief when a period of pure bliss abruptly ends, leaving behind a sudden, hollow silence.
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