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The breeze softly caressed the swaying branches,

ودنت في هبوبها مشية النشوان

1. The breeze softly caressed the swaying branches,
While I stood bewildered by the all-encompassing wine.

١. ودَنَت في هبُوبها مِشيَةَ النش
وانِ حَيرانَ بالمدامِ الشّمولِ

2. I clung to the ground like the suppliant does,
Crawling humbly to the beloved's embrace.

٢. لصَقت بالثّرى كما يخضعُ العا
شقُ ذُلاًّ إلى الحبيبِ المًطولِ

3. I imagined that between them lived passion,
Becoming an object of holding and kissing.

٣. ولقد خلتُ أن بينهما عِش
قا فصارا للضمِّ والتّقبيلِ

4. I disappeared from people's hearts until
They compared me to something slender and frail.

٤. واختفت عن فواطِنِ الخَلقِ حتّى
شبّهوها ضآلةً بنحولِ