ومختصر الخصر من بعده

هربت فالقيت في صده

And slender of waist from behind him

I fled but found in opposing him

وقابلني وجهه مقبلا

بحد الحسام وإفر لده

And he faced me with his face forward

With the edge of a sword and bare arm

فما زلت أعصر من خدّه

واقطف من مجتنى ورده

So I kept squeezing his cheek

And plucking the ripe rose of it

أشمّ بنفسج أصداغه

وزهراً تعصفر في خده

I smell the violet of his temples

And a blossom that yellows his cheek

وأظما فأرشف من ريقه

فياحر صدري من برده

And thirstily I sip his saliva

So oh the coolness of my chest from it

وما للحاظ سوى وجهه

وما للعناق سوى قده

And nothing to embracing except his stature

And nothing to the pillow except his neck