The morning candle departed from my bedside saying that the night has completely ended, yet you have still found no peace.

Here, the poet creates a hauntingly tender image of the morning candle that kept vigil by his bedside all night, flickering out just as dawn arrives. Personified as a weary companion, the dying candle expresses a quiet sorrow—its own ordeal of burning is over, yet the lover's inner torment remains boundless. It beautifully captures that deep exhaustion where the night itself runs out, but the restless heart finds no peace.