مُتَعاشقانِ مكاتمانِ هَواهُما

قد نامَ بينهما العِتابُ فطابا

Two lovers concealing their passion

Resentment has faded between them so they are content

يتناقلانِ اللحظَ من جَفنَيهما

فكأنّما يتدارسانِ كتابا

Exchanging glances from their eyes

As if studying a book together

وإذا هَدَت عينُ الرقيبِ تخالست

كفّاهما خُلَسَ السَلامِ سِلابا

And if the watcher's eyes grow heavy, they secretly converse

Their palms whispering greetings furtively

بأناملٍ منهُ لوحُ مدادها

وأناملٍ منها كُنسينَ خِضابا

His fingers being the ink and her fingers the parchment

As if she harvests grapes from his palm

فكأنما يجني لها من كَفِّهِ

عِنَباً وتجنيه لهُ عُنّابا

And he harvests berries from hers