In solitude I dream tonight
And watch a moth in fevered flight.
It's drawn toward my quaint porch light
And flies consumed with all its might.
Through open window I can see
Its desperation shared with me;
How freedom in this world is light—
And we as souls are drawn to fight.
Though freedom's light may cause our death,
It's worth the risk with every breath.
I understand the moth's sad plight
When drawn to the glorious light.
Though it knows not of human trust,
It buzzes on because it must!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem -well penned- moth and their desire for light Sir Iqbal wrote in his poem- Glow worm and moth -insect they are both, yet one is clad with light the other desirous to light thank you