كَم جادَ لي سِحرا بِطيبِ مَزاره

فَاخَذت من فَرط الجَوى بِيساره

How generous was his magic with the fragrance of his tomb

I was seized by intense rapture with his left hand

وَجَعَلت أَلثم مِنه خط عذاره

فَأشارَ لي بِاللَحظِ وَهُوَ كَظيم

And I began to kiss the line of his cheek

Then he hinted to me with a glance, vexed