الشمس في مشرقها قد بدت
منيرة ليس لها حاجب
The sun has risen in the east
Shining, with no veil over her face
كأنها بوتقة احميت
يجول فيها ذهب ذائب
As if she were a crucible, heated,
With molten gold swirling inside
الشمس في مشرقها قد بدت
منيرة ليس لها حاجب
The sun has risen in the east
Shining, with no veil over her face
كأنها بوتقة احميت
يجول فيها ذهب ذائب
As if she were a crucible, heated,
With molten gold swirling inside