1. الصُبحُ قَد مَزَّقَ ثَوبَ الدُجى

    فَمَزِّقِ الهَمَّ بِكَفي مَها

    Dawn has torn the robe of darkness.

    So tear apart sorrow with Maha’s two hands.

  2. خُذ باسمِها مِن ريقِها قَهوَةً

    في لَون خَدّيها تُجَلّي الأَسى

    Take, in her name, wine from her saliva,

    The color of her cheeks, dispelling grief.