عاطِني كأس سَلوَة

عاطِني كأس سَلوَة

عَن أَذانِ المؤذّن

عَن أَذانِ المؤذّن

Hand me a cup of solace

Pass me a cup of solace

A cup of solace give me

from the muezzin’s call.

From the muezzin’s call to prayer.

From the muezzin's call

ما تَرى الصُبح قَد بَدا

ما تَرى الصُبح قَد بَدا

في إِزارٍ مُتَبّنِ

في إِزارٍ مُتَبّنِ

Do you not see? Dawn has appeared,

Do you not see that dawn has already appeared

You see the dawn revealed

wrapped in a waistcloth, wearing a loincloth beneath.

In a straw-colored wrap?

In a tattered gown

فآسقنيها سُلافَةً

فآسقنيها سُلافَةً

والطَمنّي وأَرمِني

والطَمنّي وأَرمِني

So give it to me to drink—the choicest pure wine—

So give me that pure wine to drink,

Serve it smoothly then

and slap me, and fling me down.

And slap me and pelt me.

Comfort and lull me