ألا بأبي شمعَةٌ تُزْهِرُ

ألا بأبي شمعَةٌ تُزْهِرُ

لها نُقَطٌ في الثّرَى تَقْطُرُ

لها نُقَطٌ في الثّرَى تَقْطُرُ

Ah, may my father be ransom for a candle that glows!

Indeed, by my father Shama'ah a blossoming candle

Its drops drip into the moist earth.

It has drops in the ground that drip

بِسُوسَنَةٍ قد حَكتْ سُوسُناً

بِسُوسَنَةٍ قد حَكتْ سُوسُناً

غَدا فوقَها للنّدى جوْهَرُ

غَدا فوقَها للنّدى جوْهَرُ

Within a lily, it has resembled lilies

With a lily that embroidered a lily

Upon which jewels of dew have appeared.

Tomorrow above it is a jewel for the dew