نوء وَغَيثٌ مُسبَلُ

وَقَهوةٌ تسلسلُ

Clouds and pouring rain,

And coffee that flows,

تَدورُ بَينَ فَتيةٍ

بِخلقهم تُمثَّلُ

Circling among youths

Whose character it shows.

وَالأُفقُ مِن سَحابِهِ

طَلٌّ ضَعيفٌ ينزلُ

The horizon with its clouds

Has a light drizzle that falls,

كَأَنَّهُ مِن فِضَّةٍ

بُرادَةٌ تُغَربَلُ

As if it were made of silver

A sieve that filters all.