رشَأٌ فُتورُ لِحَاظِهِ

يروي عن المَلَكينِ سِحْرا

A lackluster youth whose gaze

Relays tales of angels' sorcery

متلثِّمٌ ولِثَامُهُ

غَيْمٌ يُوارِي منه بَدْرا

Veiled in masks, his coverings

Clouds hiding the moon behind them

إنْ خُصَّ حُسْنٌ بالصِّوا

نِ فحسنُه أولَى وأحْرَى

If beauty's meant for only a few

His is far more deserving, truly

يُخفِي اللثامُ مباسِماً

منهُ مُفَدَّاةً وثَغْرا

The veil hides smiles so cherished

Concealing dimple and lip within

ثغرٌ هو الإغريضُ قد

جُعِلَ اللثامُ عليه قِشْرَا

Lips like parted seashells

Masked beneath his guise and skin

لمَّا اعتنقنا للوَدا

عِ وصارَ سِرُّ البَيْنِ جَهْرَا

As we embraced in passion

Our secret became open and plain

وأحسَّ بالزفراتِ من

نَفَسِي وقد أُلهبْنَ جَمْرا

I felt his sighs against

My breath aflame like embers

ردَّ اللِّثامَ على مبا

سِمَ ضُمِّنَتْ بَرَداً وخَمْرا

He lowered his veil over smiles

Imbued with wine's chill and fervor

خوفاً عليهِ أنْ يذو

بَ بَحَرِّ أنفاسي وحِذْرا

To protect them from drowning

In my sea of breath, wary

وَلَوَ اَنَّنِي مُكِّنْتُ من

ها هِلْتُها دُرَّاً وعِطْرا

Had I power over them

I'd adorn them in pearls and scent