In Chapter 47, Poem 91 of Attar's Mokhtar Nameh, the poet explores the tragic irony of the candle's existence as a metaphor for the mystic or the heedless soul. The candle's bright flame is characterized as a 'rebellious' and 'ignorant' laughter within the destructive fire—unaware of its impending doom. This initial joy is short-lived, transitioning into a night of ceaseless weeping (the melting wax) in sorrow for the approaching morning. The ultimate paradox is realized at dawn: as the candle is extinguished, the pleasant morning 'laughs' (shines brightly), mocking or celebrating the candle's complete self-consumption and demise.