1. My passion increased, and the rays drew me on,
A gleam amid the skirts of darkness fluttered away.

2. It waved its hand behind the night,
Dipped in henna, though the night concealed it closely.

3. It shone white when the breeze did not blow,
And showed an armlet when it crooked its elbow.

4. It sliced through a night that played tricks on me,
Appearing for an instant then hiding away.

5. If I say it does not appear, its tongue rebels,
And if I say it does not hide, the light denies me.

6. Until dawn awoke from the depth of gloom,
And the scent of flowers wafted gently from the garden.

7. God reward you, O lamp; you have revived my anguished soul,
And cured it of the agony of love.