1. She calls to us with her aroma, come
Yes, come let us worship her together

2. To make the flowers and vines envy her
And captivate her spirit, the most delightful

3. The Negro raised her as small beads
Like beads of hearts, blazing and irrigated

4. She has yielded her wrap, beauty
No shame if the eyebrows turned black

5. If you smell her, she exhales with all the heart
A harvest like honey, smiling purely

6. And if you sip her, she roams every mind
And inspires it with brilliant inspiration

7. Come, her gathering is spring
Adorned with the colors of softness

8. And in her cups, innocent love
Like a child's love, playing shyly

9. As if her beads were from memories
Telephones like planets and feathers

10. When she absorbs, she raises souls
To what ambition cannot raise

11. As if her blackness hid stars
Playing with each other like a child

12. Come let us light from her embers
That shine on us and we kiss sincerely

13. She has never been stingy with us before
With her delight and her spring has never dried

14. And she has always returned to us faithfully
And given generously and plentifully

15. We burn her and crush her and she grows purer
As if we have never done a wicked thing

16. And we boil her and she dances in passion
And gives us the nectar of Kauthar

17. Turn her around, O cupbearer, turn her around
And hurry, perhaps she was created a prophet

18. For from her dreams are verses and signs
And inspiration we encounter secretly

19. When the wind sang us with illusion
We found coffee the true, the wealthy

20. And the dream of sleep, as exalted as it is
Is not like the dream of wakefulness, hanging mysteriously

21. Turn her, and I will flirt with her faithfully
As I love and leave her faithfully