The flames that dance with love –
O Beloved, be like that to me.
The burning heat within the fire –
O Beloved, be like that to me.
My candle burns with longing.
It cries with tears of wax.
Like the wick of a melting candle –
O Beloved, be like that to me.
Now that we’ve joined the path of love
we cannot sleep at night.
At the drunken tavern, the drummer beats the drum –
O Beloved, be like that to me.
The night is dark, the lovers are awake.
Don’t bother them with thoughts of sleep.
They want only to be here with us –
O Beloved, be like that to me.
Union is a raging river running toward the sea.
Tonight the moon kisses the stars,
Majnun becomes Layla –
O Beloved, be like that to me.
God has become everything.
He has graced this poet with kindness.
Everything I touch and see becomes the fire of love –
O Beloved, be like that to me.
Version by Jonathan Star
