1. The lute spoke, so it blamed the one who spoke
And whispered to it in the morning, or enveloped it

2. Do not leave it bitter coffee
Noah did not leave it when he feared drowning

3. Leave it in its cup if it shone
Dressed in the clothes of dawn

4. Coffee softened and thinned like my father
Amr, pure in creation and nature

5. An eyebrow, when its hair is bent
With gifts and sorrows it flows

6. He and generosity are a meadow and youth
He and the virtuous are a necklace and neck

7. He and the angels, if compared to him
Lost between the daughters of the roads