عِندَ الصَباحِ يَحمَدُ القَومُ السُرى
وَتَنجَلي عَنهُم غَياباتُ الكَرى
At dawn, the people praise the night’s journey,
In the morning the people praise the journey
And the dark depths of slumber lift from them.
And the sorrows of life fade away from them
Sol 5.6