فَوَبدرِ غُرّتهِ وشمسِ جبينِهِ

وَلَظى الخُدودِ وجنّةِ الوجناتِ

By the full moon of his cheek and the sun on his brow

By the flame of his cheek and paradise of his lips

لَو لَم أذُقْ ماءَ الحَياةِ تَرشُّفاً

مِن ثَغرِهِ الحالي فَقَدتُ حَياتي

Had I not tasted from his fresh mouth the water of life

I would have lost my life from that loss