لِلَّهِ بَردٌ ما أَشَد

دَ وَمَنظَرٌ ما كانَ أَعجَب

How cold is the chill of God, how wondrous the sight!

The youth brought his red-hot embers

جاءَ الغُلامُ بِنارِهِ

حَمراءَ في جَمرٍ تَلَهَّب

As if he had gathered all the jewelery -

Scorched by the flames, melted down.

فَكَأَنَّما جُمِعَ الحُلِي

يَ فَمُحرَقٌ مِنها وَمُذهَب

Then it died away, as if it were

Between us a flaming, branching firebrand.

ثُمَّ اِنطَفَت فَكَأَنَّها

مابَينَنا نَدٌّ مُشَعَّب