أنّى لصبحي أن يكونَ صباحا

‏إن لم تكن لشروقه المفتاحـا

How could my dawn become morning

If you are not the key to its sunrise

‏صُبحت نوراً ياشبيهَ سنائــه

‏وسُقيت من شهدالرضا أقداح

You have dawned as a light, O look-alike of its radiance

And I have drunk from the wine of contentment