سَرَى وَهْناً وليلتُنا

كلمَّتِهِ أو السَّبَجِ

The night wore on softly

With his whispers or the gray dawn

يُديرُ عليَّ صافيةً

تَضوعُ لِعَرْفِهِ الأرِجِ

He turns to me, serene

Wilting from his fragrant touch

وبينهما معَتَّقةٌ

من اللَّحظَاتِ والفَلَجِ

And between them, a prisoner

Of moments and emotions

فنلتُ السكرَ من خمرٍ

ومن ثَغْرٍ ومن غَنَجِ

So I sipped sweetness from wine

From a mouth and from a kiss