Your image is a candle and a rose

Your face, sparkling with a mirror, throws a hundred rays into the world,
Even the sun's blinding light is surpassed by your beauty.

In thirst for life the sun breathes with the wind of your street -
Indeed, the breath of the Messiah is the cure of all sorrows.

Being born from the ultimate, being enters into eternity,
And life has no beginning, and no end in sight to it.

Your image is a candle and a rose, with a moth and a nightingale:
The moth burns the candle, the nightingale is wounded by the rose.

There is your appearance in Leili, in Shirin: Farhad died without Shirin,
Majnun lost his mind from love for his Layli.

In these names you showed love and beauty,
You have become a hirman of torment and a thunderstorm for passions.

Only he is worthy of you, who will pass the desert "I",
For those who seek life must find meaning in it.

I have no need to talk about the needs of my heart, -
What lurks in the land of hearts, you see with your thought.

With a shower of mercy pour into the withered garden, Navoi:
The rose in him has not blossomed and the nightingale does not whistle.

Alisher Navoi
translation by S. Severtsev