بروحي الَّتي زارَت بليلٍ فَقابَلَت

عُيوناً بَراها السُهدُ وَالأَعيُن الوُطفِ

With my soul that visited at night and met

Eyes that the insomnia and the eyelids have made sleepless

فَعاجَلتها باللثمِ عِظماً لردفِها

وَعالجتُها باللِينِ مِنّي وَبِاللُطفِ

I greeted her with a kiss for her cheekbones

And treated her gently with my tenderness and kindness

وَقُلتُ أَرى وَرداً بِخدِّكِ ذابِلاً

أَلا فإذني باللَثم فيهِ وَبِالقَطفِ

And I said I see a withering rose on your cheek

Lo, then, I will pick it with a kiss and pluck it

وَعِطفاً تَثنّى ناعِماً ذا لُدُنَّةٍ

فَما بِالُه لا يَنثَني لي بِالقَطفِ

And a delicate, supple curve that is smooth

Why then does it not bend to me for plucking

لَجَمَّعتُ بَدراً وَالنَقا وَأَراكةً

بنورِ المُحيّا مِنكِ وَالرِدفِ وَالعِطفِ

I would gather a full moon, bright star, and a planet

With the light of your smile, your cheek, and your curve

وَلما رَأت ما بي وَأَطربَ سَمعَها

نسيبيَ فيها قبَّلتني بِالخَطفِ

And when she saw my passion and her hearing thrilled

She forgot her reticence and snatched a kiss from me

فَيا لَكِ مِنها قُبلةً لَو تمكَّنت

لَقَد كانَ بردُ الريقِ حَرَّ الحَشا يطفي

Oh what a kiss from her! If I had my way

The chill of saliva would quench the burning embers

وَولَّت فَأَبقَت في فُؤادي وَمُقلَتي

جَحيماً وَدَمعاً لا يَمَلُّ مِن النَطفِ

But she turned and left within my heart and feelings

A blazing hell and tears that know no staunching of flow