1. My dark-skinned beauty is an angel,
In her eyes are a thousand songs,

2. But she is wild in love,
Her eyes say in seclusion “yes, yes” though her tongue says nothing.

3. She is small, my chest is too tight for her,
She is poor, so I humbled myself to her,

4. How much I said, O heart, she is my excuse,
No beauty tempts you to love her.

5. So it said, love is not like rhetoric,
Beauty is a subtle meaning not apparent,

6. But the soul feels it,
The face is but a page to unfold,

7. And the eye is its meaning and essence,
While the heart can do without an interpreter.

8. The glow of childhood is on her cheek,
And in her folds the glimmer of hope,

9. Her slender throat adorned with a necklace of kisses,
The kiss of the throat I craved.

10. My mouth, in it safety for the lover,
Her waist is like a smile in sadness

11. Melted by the intensity of embrace
And her cheek discolored by too much inhaling

12. As if saffron appears over it.
I love the yellowness of her cheek,

13. The delicacy of her limbs and figure,
And aversion from her without resistance,

14. Thus her breasts tremble for me,
She is like a branch with two pomegranates,

15. I love her hair undone,
Curling at her hips flowing,

16. Telling me of my sleepless nights,
If her phantom comes to me with her memory,

17. To show me paradise in hell,
How far is beauty from generosity,

18. Is not my paradise in her black tress?
Yes, my paradise is her cheek,

19. In the darkness, beautiful meanings come,
I visit her while passion boils my blood,

20. So the two souls meet at the mouth,
Like the swoop of an eagle at dawn aflame,

21. The heart flutters at the sight of her,
And between us, a violent war erupts.

22. If I try to touch her breasts,
She protects them from me with her palms,

23. And when I am content with her cheeks,
Her hands rise to the cheeks to slap me,

24. And so the two guards drive me away,
There is nothing between us, for love cannot be hidden,

25. A glance cannot be taken back,
But when she returns the slap,

26. I feel the thorns of the rose hurt me,
And that wound from your thorns is sweet.

27. How much I sighed from the heat of my kisses,
Or cried out from the violence of my embraces,

28. Confessing my pleasures and desires,
My ribs split open to meet hers.

29. My heart in her is roaming like a horse,
As if she is between my two arms,

30. I bend a soft and gentle branch,
A branch laden with flowers and basil,

31. How excellent to embrace her clothes,
My heart and eye are never sated.

32. She said “You have melted me, O boy,
For God's sake, don't joke or play,

33. This is my brother, I complain to him or my father,
Be gentle with the one whose love made you thin.”

34. So I said “Advice comes too late,
Your waist flows from your hips,

35. The knot of your belt coming undone,
I am infatuated with it and your eyelid,

36. And in the purpose of the soul are its intentions.”
So the heart is not healed but by affection,

37. It is like your belt, flipping,
Like your prominent breast, pulsating,

38. Is this how the ardent lover is deprived?
Of those who threw it into your love today into disgrace,

39. So she bowed her head between two fires,
Lest her eyes meet mine,

40. And when she saw me demanding my right,
From her cheek and folds,

41. She said “You can have the apple, not the pears.”
So that saying was an allusion

42. For me to enjoy the saliva,
And after staring closely,

43. My mouth met hers in a breeze like two flowers meeting.
What a long lasting kiss it was,

44. My brains melted from its heat,
How much I got and how much she said,

45. She who without I would have never defeated time.
I kissed her leaving an impact on time,

46. And taught me how to love the homeland,
And how to guide my nation in ordeals,

47. And how to cry for its afflictions.
My blood and ink flow for her sake,

48. My love, brown Levantine,
Her eyes are black eastern,

49. I do not see glory and freedom
Unless Lebanon raised her and fed her,

50. Where generosity and linden trees grow.