يَا رُبَّ جَارِيَةٍ حَورَاءَ نَاعِمةٍ

يَا رُبَّ جَارِيَةٍ حَورَاءَ نَاعِمةٍ

كَأَنَّها عَومَةً فِي جَوفِ رَاقُودِ

كَأَنَّها عَومَةً فِي جَوفِ رَاقُودِ

Ah, many a soft-skinned, dark-eyed maiden,

O Lord of a fair maid, soft and delicate,

Many a delicate, dark-eyed maiden,

As though she were a little fish in the belly of a wine jar.

She floats as though in a gentle stream's midst.

As if she were a floating bubble in the belly of a wine-jar.