وَشَمعَةٌ تَنفي ظَلام الدُجى

نَفيَ يَدي العُدم عَن الناسِ

A candle dispels the darkness of night

My hands banish nothingness from people

قَد جَعَل الرَحمان مِن لُطفِهِ

حَياتَها في القَطع لِلرأسِ

The Merciful made its gentleness

Its life in beheading

ساهَرتُها وَالكأسُ يَسعى بِها

مَن ريقُهُ أَشهى مِنَ الكأسِ

I stay up with it, and the cup pursues it

Whose saliva is more delicious than the cup

ضياؤُها لا شَكَّ مِن وَجهِهِ

وَحَرُّها مِن حَرّ أَنفاسي

Its light undoubtedly from His face

And its heat from the heat of my breath