The Dislocation of Amber (انتزاع الكهرمان)

To the memory of the beloved, we drank wine

On it, we be came intoxicated, before the vineyard was even created

To the memory of the beloved, we drank

On it we be came intoxicated, before the vineyard was even created

The moon is its cup, and it's a sun orbited

by a crescent, and when it's mixed it looks like a star!

and if one day it crossed someone's mind

they're filled with joy and they're rid of their burden

To the memory of the beloved, we drank wine

On it, we be came intoxicated, before the vineyard was even created

and if not for its scent, I wouldn't have found my way to its tavern

and if not for its shining light, it's not possible to imagine it

To the memory of the beloved, we drank

On it, we be came intoxicated, before the vineyard was even created

and if it watered a dead man's grave,

his soul would have returned, and his body would have been animated

and if in the shade of its vineyard they placed

near it a sick man, his illness would have departed

and if near its tavern they placed a crippled man, he'd have walked

and of the memory of its taste, the mute speak

and if in the east its fragrance wafts

someone with the flu in the west would be able to smell again

You are my obligatory and my voluntary prayers

You are what I talk about and what occupies me

You are the direction of my prayers when I stand to pray

Allah, Allah

You are my obligatory and my voluntary prayers

You are what I talk about and what occupies me

You are the direction of my prayers when I stand to pray

Allah, Allah

To the memory of the beloved, we drank wine

On it, we be came intoxicated, before the vineyard was even created

and if stains its holder's hand

he'd never be in the dark, for in his hand he holds starlight

and if, in secret, a blind man's eyes are treated with it, he would

regain his eyesight, and the ringing of its glass makes the deaf hear

and if a caravan passes through its vineyard

and someone there is bitten by a snake, the venom would be rendered harmless

To the memory of the beloved, we drank wine

On it, we be came intoxicated, before the vineyard was even created

and if a game draws the letters of its name

on the forehead of the possessed, the drawing would exorcise him

it refines the manners of its drinkers

it refines the manners of its drinkers

and it guides the weak-willed to become strong-willed

Its story predates all living beings

before there were drawings and shapes

Its story predates all living beings

before there were drawings and shapes

and, with it, everything came to be, and then due to an unknown wisdom

it was obfuscated from whomever does not understand

and my soul was immersed in it, in a united mixture

so no sin would ever penetrate it