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Quench my thirst, O son of dusty complexion

اسقني يا ابن أدهما

1. Quench my thirst, O son of dusty complexion
And take me as a son to you

١. اِسقِني يا اِبنَ أَدهَما
وَاِتَّخِذني لَكَ اِبنَما

2. Give me to drink it pure
Born before Adam's creation

٢. اِسقِنيها سُلافَةً
سَبَقَت خَلقَ آدَما

3. It existed while naught did but
The earth and the heavens above

٣. فَهيَ كانَت وَلَم يَكُن
ما خَلا الأَرضَ وَالسَما

4. It saw time grow from infancy
To tottering old age worn

٤. رَأَتِ الدَهرَ ناشِئاً
وَكَبيراً مُهَرَّما

5. It's a free spirit parted
From flesh and blood

٥. فَهيَ روحٌ مُخَلَّصٌ
فارَقَ اللَحمَ وَالدَما

6. Give it me to drink and sing
In your sweetest voice blessings untold

٦. اِسقِنيها وَغَنِّ صَو
تاً لَكَ الخَيرُ أَعجَما

7. No words of blame or rebuke
Shall describe it, not at all

٧. لَيسَ في نَعتِ دِمنَةٍ
لا وَلا زَجرِ أَشأَما