كَأَنَّ فاها لِمَن تُؤَنِّسُهُ

كَأَنَّ فاها لِمَن تُؤَنِّسُهُ

بَعدَ غُبوبِ الرُقادِ وَالعِلَلِ

بَعدَ غُبوبِ الرُقادِ وَالعِلَلِ

It is as though her mouth, to the one she comforts,

Her mouth is like a cup, aged Palestinian wine

In the wake of sleep and illness,

Bringing comfort after troubled sleep and sickness' toil

كأسٌ فِلسطيَّةٌ مُعَتَّقَةٌ

كأسٌ فِلسطيَّةٌ مُعَتَّقَةٌ

شيبَتَ بِماءٍ مِن مُزنَةِ السبلِ

شيبَتَ بِماءٍ مِن مُزنَةِ السبلِ

Were a cup of aged Palestinian wine,

Matured with water drawn from winding roads afar

Mixed with water from a rain-pouring cloud.

For one she tries to cheer when day is done, and night is near