وَزِنجِيٍّ أَلَمَّ بِنَورِ لَوزٍ

وَفي كاساتِنا بِنتُ الكرومِ

A black man shone with the light of an almond,

And in our glasses the daughter of vines,

فَقالَ فَتىً مِنَ الفِتيانِ صِفهُ

فَقُلتُ اللَيلُ أَقبَلَ بِالنُجومِ

Then a handsome youth said “Describe it!”

So I said “The night comes with its stars.”