بأبي الأسمر الذي فزتُ منه

بهلالٍ يبين للناظرينا

By my dark-skinned beloved, from whom

I gained a crescent moon that's clear to see

قد سقانا فما شفانا مداماً

وشربنا من ريقه فروينا

He gave us drink but didn't quench our thirst

We sipped his saliva, and were satisfied