صافحته فاشتكت أنامله

وكاد يندى بنانه بيدي

I shook his hand, complained his fingers

Almost wet my palm with his hand

وكدت من لينه ونعمته

أفك من زنده إلى العضد

And I, from his softness and grace

Was about to undo my bracelet from wrist to elbow

لو رمقته العيون مدمنةً

لذاب من لحظها فلم يجد

If eyes addicted gazed upon him

He would melt from her glance and find nothing