الصُبحُdawn قَدhas مَزَّقَtorn apart ثَوبَrobe الدُجىdarkness
الصُبحُ قَد مَزَّقَ ثَوبَ الدُجى
فَمَزِّقِso tear apart الهَمَّsorrow بِكَفيwith the two hands of مَهاMaha
فَمَزِّقِ الهَمَّ بِكَفي مَها
Dawn has torn the robe of darkness.
Morning has torn the garment of night
So tear apart sorrow with Maha’s two hands.
So tear away sorrow with your palms
خُذtake باسمِهاin her name مِنfrom ريقِهاher saliva قَهوَةًwine
خُذ باسمِها مِن ريقِها قَهوَةً
فيin لَونthe color of خَدّيهاher two cheeks تُجَلّيdispels الأَسىgrief
في لَون خَدّيها تُجَلّي الأَسى
Take, in her name, wine from her saliva,
Take coffee in her name from her saliva
The color of her cheeks, dispelling grief.
In the color of her cheeks, grief finds glory
Sol 6.1