فَاءُ الفَتَاةِ سَقَاني

دَمعِىَ أحمَرَ قَانِ

The young woman’s mouth quenched me,

My tears turned red with her wine.

وَمدُّها مَدَّ شَجواً

لَم تَثنِهِ يَدُثَانِ

And her hand’s reach lengthened my yearning,

Her two hands did not make it recoil.

وَطاؤُهَا طَاءُ طَبقٍ

لِلقَلبِ كَيمَا يُعَانيِ

And her “T” is the roof of a chamber

For the heart, so it would anguish.

وَمِيمُهَا مُستَدِيرٌ

بِالصَّبرِ مُنذ زَمَانِ

And her “M” is round

With patience since olden time.

والتَّاءُ آلَةُ صَيدٍ

بِهَا تَصِيدُ جَنَاني

And the “T” is a hunting implement

With which she hunts my soul.

بِهَا أنِستُ زَمَاناً

والوَصلُ صَافٍ وَدَانِ

With it I enjoyed time,

While union was pure and close.

وبَعدَ ذَاكَ ثَنَتني

عَنهَا يَدُ الحَدَ ثَان

After that, time’s new hand

Turned me away from her.