إذا بَرَكَت خَرَّت على ثَفناتها

مجافيةً صلباً كَقنطرةِ الجِسرِ

If she smiles her blessing, it rains on her lips

Arid, solid, like the arch of a bridge

كأنَّ يديها حينَ تجري ضفورُها

طريدانِ والرجلان طالبتا وِترِ

As if her hands where her bracelets flow

Are two fleeing does and her feet seek their ankles