ألا بأبي شمعةٌ قد حكتْ

ألا بأبي شمعةٌ قد حكتْ

سَنا الشمْسِ لاحَتْ بأفْلاكِها

سَنا الشمْسِ لاحَتْ بأفْلاكِها

Ah, may my father be ransom for a candle that has mirrored

By my father's life, a candle has described

the sun’s radiance, shining in its celestial spheres.

The years of the sun when it shone in its orbits

كَخَودٍ تناثَرَ منْ عِقْدِها

كَخَودٍ تناثَرَ منْ عِقْدِها

لآلِئُ في جِنْحِ أحْلاكِها

لآلِئُ في جِنْحِ أحْلاكِها

Like a beautiful young maiden, from whose necklace spilled

Like a cheek from which its pearls were scattered

pearls under the cover of her deep darkness,

When the string was broken from its necklace

وقدْ رفَعَتْ فضْلَ أذْيالِها

وقدْ رفَعَتْ فضْلَ أذْيالِها

لتلْقُطَ جوْهَرَ أسْلاكِها

لتلْقُطَ جوْهَرَ أسْلاكِها

and she has lifted the trailing lengths of her skirts

And it has raised the train of its gown

to pick up the jewels from her strings.

To pick up the gems of its anklets