بخصر حُبي هِمتُ بَل نَحره

بَل خَدّه بَل ثَغره الباردِ

Around his waist I yearned, not just his chest

Not just his cheek, nor chilly lips

بَل كُلّ شَيءٍ فيهِ مُستَحسَنٌ

لَم أَهوَهُ مِن سَببٍ واحدِ

But everything about him I adore

My love for him has many facets