وَقَهوَةٍ صَفراءَ مِثلَ الوَرسِ

قَد حُبِسَت في الدُنِّ أَيَّ حَبسِ

Like saffron, the yellow coffee

Is imprisoned in the lower world, what imprisonment!

أُصبِحُ أُسقى كَأسَها وَأُمسي

في قَمَرٍ كَأَنَّهُ اِبنُ شَمسِ

I wake up watering its cup and sleep

In a moon that looks to be the son of the sun

يَومِيَ مِنها أَبَداً كَأَمسي

My days with it are forever like my evenings