تدير من أجفانها قهوةً

لم يصح قلب الصب من سكرها

She brews coffee from her eyelids

The young man’s heart has not sobered from its inebriation

وما رأينا قبلها مقلةً

بالسحر قد صحت على كسرها

And we have not seen before her a spoon

That was mended by magic over its fractures