الصُبحُ قَد مَزَّقَ ثَوبَ الدُجى

فَمَزِّقِ الهَمَّ بِكَفي مَها

Morning has torn the garment of night

So tear away sorrow with your palms

خُذ باسمِها مِن ريقِها قَهوَةً

في لَون خَدّيها تُجَلّي الأَسى

Take coffee in her name from her saliva

In the color of her cheeks, grief finds glory