هَتَفَ الصُّبْحُ بِالدُّجَى فَاسْقِنِيْهَا

قَهْوَةً تَتْرُكُ الحَلِيْمَ سَفِيْهَا

Morning called out to the dew, so bring it to me

A coffee that leaves the forbearing as foolish

لَسْتُ تَدْرِي لِرِقَّةٍ وَصَفَاءٍ

هِيَ فِي كَأسِهَا أَمِ الكَأٍسُ فِيْهَا

You know not if it is the delicacy and purity

In her cup, or if the cup is within her