ومقبلٌ كفي وددتُ بأنّه

أومى إلى شفتيَّ بالتقبيلِ

My hands outstretched, how I wished that he

Would hint with a kiss for my lips to draw near;

جاذبته فضل العِتابِ وبيننا

كبرُ الملول ورقّةُ المملولِ

I chided him even as he pulled me close,

Feigning ennui, though my heart pounded with fear.

من لي به والدار غير بعيدة

من داره والمالُ غير قليل

If only he were mine in this nearby house,

Not far from his home or lacking his cheer;