ياAh رُبَّmany a مقَنعةٍheadscarf حمراءَred تَلبَسُهاshe wears it
يا رُبَّ مقَنعةٍ حمراءَ تَلبَسُها
سَوداءُa black woman للَّيلِfor the night منfrom تركيبِهاher substance قَارُpitch
سَوداءُ للَّيلِ من تركيبِها قَارُ
Ah, many a red headscarf is worn
O Lord of a red mask she wears
By a black woman—from whose substance comes the pitch of night.
Black for the night from her fabric flows
تَلوحُshe appears فيat العيدِthe festival والأبصارُand the eyes تَرْمُقُهاgaze at her
تَلوحُ في العيدِ والأبصارُ تَرْمُقُها
كأنهاas though she were فَحمَةٌa lump of coal فيupon رأسِهاher head نارُfire
كأنها فَحمَةٌ في رأسِها نارُ
She appears at the festival, while eyes gaze at her,
She waves on Eid as all eyes behold her
As though she were a lump of coal with fire upon her head.
As if in her head was a flame that glows