يا حُسنَ أَحمَدَ غادِياً أَمسِ

يا حُسنَ أَحمَدَ غادِياً أَمسِ

بِمُدامَةٍ صَفراءَ كَالوَرسِ

بِمُدامَةٍ صَفراءَ كَالوَرسِ

How lovely Ahmad was as he came yesterday morning

O beauty Ahmad walking yesterday

with yellow wine like the dye of the wars plant.

In a yellow robe like saffron

وَالصُبحُ حَيٌّ في مَشارِقِهِ

وَالصُبحُ حَيٌّ في مَشارِقِهِ

وَاللَيلُ يَلفِظُ آخِرَ النَفَسِ

وَاللَيلُ يَلفِظُ آخِرَ النَفَسِ

And dawn was alive in its eastern reaches,

And the morning alive in its east

and night was exhaling its last breath.

And the night breathing its last breath

فَكَأَنَّ كَفَّيهِ تُقَسِّمُ في

فَكَأَنَّ كَفَّيهِ تُقَسِّمُ في

أَقداحِنا قِطَعاً مِنَ الشَمسِ

أَقداحِنا قِطَعاً مِنَ الشَمسِ

So it was as though his two hands were dispensing into

So it seemed his hands were dividing

our goblets pieces of the sun.

In our cups pieces of the sun