1. The island of light greets us
And spreads its expanse within us

2. Its lights delight our poems
And its colors narrate our songs

3. Silence does not blame it, for in its silence
There is what inspires our chanting

4. When I contemplated it, I asked it
About its love, like my infatuation

5. From the youngest who owned what it has
And the oldest who prayed to us

6. So it smiled then swayed as
A meadow sways our winds

7. And scented me as it scents
The dreams of lovers with light

8. A religion for its people, yet they knew
No god before as their religion

9. Without Him, despite their treasures
They would be barefoot and miserable

10. A smile fills their homes
So you see no weeping weepers

11. And if they complained of something
The complainers would not complain

12. The breaths of this light, when they blew
Turned the suffering into playful ones

13. So they chirped in it, as if
They had become nightingales

14. Do not prevent me from any gathering I see
Temptation in, greeting us

15. For I am the poet whose art
Creates for light scales

16. And bestows blessings in different ways
On people experiencing hardship

17. The trees swayed for me in elation
And the water and birds sang

18. As if I increased their joy
And inhabited them with my poems

19. The towering branches flirted with me
With tongues narrating the light

20. Some of them a paradise from behind
And some tempting us with fire

21. So my sense of them was that they
Veiled a paradise of our pleasures

22. And that they, like me in their wisdom
Were playful worshippers

23. And that the world with its signs
And its best made by our hands