1. The night of power, the night of assembly
In my vision a witness, and in my hearing

2. Without distinction in our insights
Between inanimate and luminous being

3. The night of power, it whom the conscience is for
Descends from its unseen realm to the assembly

4. And all whose soul beholds it
Sees in it an image of candlelight

5. The truth has smiled, her beloved ones
While the others it made weep, intense in grief

6. So a tear in joy is cool
And in sorrow, hot in the tears