ومعرض بالغصن في حركاته

تنل القلوب العفو من لحظاته

With a branch he sways in gentle motion

Touching hearts, earning their forgiveness with his gaze

عاطيته كأساً كأن سلافها

من ريقه المعسول أو وجناته

I gave him a cup, as if its draught

Was from his sweet saliva or his cheeks

حتى إذا ما السكر مال بعطفه

وعنا بحكم الوصل في نشواته

Until intoxication pulled at his shoulders

And he inclined towards union in his joy

هصرت يدي منه بغصن ناعم

لم أجن غير الحل من ثمراته

I plucked a tender branch from him

I picked no fruit but the permitted

وأطعت سلطان العفاف تكرما

والمرء مجبول على عاداته

And I obeyed the sovereign of chastity with honor

For one follows their ingrained habits