هَتَفَcried out الصُّبْحُdawn بِالدُّجَىto the darkness فَاسْقِنِيْهَاso give it to me to drink
هَتَفَ الصُّبْحُ بِالدُّجَى فَاسْقِنِيْهَا
قَهْوَةًwine تَتْرُكُmakes الحَلِيْمَthe prudent man سَفِيْهَاfoolish
قَهْوَةً تَتْرُكُ الحَلِيْمَ سَفِيْهَا
Dawn cried out to the darkness—so pour it for me:
Morning called out to the dew, so bring it to me
Wine that turns the prudent man into a fool.
A coffee that leaves the forbearing as foolish
لَسْتُI am not (context suggests: you are not) تَدْرِيyou can tell لِرِقَّةٍbecause of delicacy وَصَفَاءٍand clarity
لَسْتُ تَدْرِي لِرِقَّةٍ وَصَفَاءٍ
هِيَit فِيin كَأسِهَاits cup أَمِor الكَأٍسُthe cup فِيْهَاin it
هِيَ فِي كَأسِهَا أَمِ الكَأٍسُ فِيْهَا
You cannot tell, so delicate and clear it is,
You know not if it is the delicacy and purity
Whether it is in its cup or the cup is in it.
In her cup, or if the cup is within her
Sol 6.1