1. Light it and let it burn within my core,
It scorches the heart and sweeps the valleys of yearning.

2. Light the fierce fire of ardent longing,
The blazing fire of deprivation, O my wishes!

3. Welcome O sorrows, O pains in
An hour flooded with memories of passion.

4. Welcome O sighs and agony in
The true lover, and greetings O adversities.

5. Light it, do not say enough
Of the world's tyranny and injustice towards it.

6. For the prisoner of ecstasy cannot be weakened
By the harshness of this world and what he faces in it,

7. And people's harm and echoing reproaches -
Do not pay them any heed and spurn them.

8. Do not say I fear ruin
And abstinence - do not say light it.

9. Light it O daughter of light for
The fires have dimmed, the fires of purpose.

10. Please the blamers, make me suffer, for this
Is what they wanted, and increase my fervor.

11. And let every wound and lawsuit pain me
If my heart's wound heals because of you.

12. I passionately love you unto death, appealing
To every rebel to see death itself.

13. Light it if gloomy clouds loom
And the horizon's clouds do not kill me.

14. And the arrows of death roamed the sky
And my wings can no longer carry me.

15. And the son of my flank prayed in his shrine
Throbbing to early ruin hurrying me.

16. Seeking the fate he aspires to
Humbly beseeching me, asking me.

17. Light it so I may guide with it
My heart drowning in the sea of confusion.

18. That if I light it, it may guide
The one lost from me in the fog.

19. Perhaps through it the soul realizes what
It seeks of safety and wishes.

20. Or maybe it reaches the purpose which
Was blinded to though youth may be blind.

21. Light it, maybe it will inspire me
With sincere inspiration and free-flowing revelation.

22. Maybe its heat will melt my shackle
So I can confide in you and the blaze may inspire.

23. Bidding in every tearful melody
Of my hymn the kindness of the gentle heart farewell,

24. Kindness that will console you if I send it
The sigh of the longing lover and the chokes of the drowning.

25. Light it and leave me rapt
Casting with fire the ghosts of my youth.

26. And mourn an era that has passed in which
I roamed asking the specters of evenings.

27. And if the fire dims tomorrow
And from hopes I meet my end.

28. And if it lowers its curtains
And the role ends, remember the first martyr.