سَرَى وَهْناً وليلتُنا

سَرَى وَهْناً وليلتُنا

كلمَّتِهِ أو السَّبَجِ

كلمَّتِهِ أو السَّبَجِ

He came late at night, and our night

The night wore on softly

was as dark as his locks or jet.

With his whispers or the gray dawn

يُديرُ عليَّ صافيةً

يُديرُ عليَّ صافيةً

تَضوعُ لِعَرْفِهِ الأرِجِ

تَضوعُ لِعَرْفِهِ الأرِجِ

He passes me clear wine,

He turns to me, serene

fragrant with his sweet scent.

Wilting from his fragrant touch

وبينهما معَتَّقةٌ

وبينهما معَتَّقةٌ

من اللَّحظَاتِ والفَلَجِ

من اللَّحظَاتِ والفَلَجِ

And between them, an aged wine

And between them, a prisoner

of glances and the gap between his teeth.

Of moments and emotions

فنلتُ السكرَ من خمرٍ

فنلتُ السكرَ من خمرٍ

ومن ثَغْرٍ ومن غَنَجِ

ومن ثَغْرٍ ومن غَنَجِ

So I gained intoxication from wine,

So I sipped sweetness from wine

and from a mouth, and from coquettish charm.

From a mouth and from a kiss