وَالغَيمُ تَأخُذُهُ ريحٌ فَتَنفُشُهُ

كَالقُطنِ يَندُفُ مِن زُرقِ الدَبابيجِ

The clouds are taken by the wind which scatters them

Like cotton blown from the backs of camels

وَقَهوَةٌ مِن يَدِ المَغنوجِ صافِيَةً

كَأَنَّها عُصِرَت مِن خَدِّ مَغنوجِ

A coffee from the hand of the loved one, pure

As though it was squeezed from the cheek of the beloved