لاحَ نبتُ الفتاءِ في
صحنِ خديك واشتعَل
The bloom of youth showed in
The hollows of your cheek and kindled
وَعفا منزلُ الترش
فِ والشم والقبَل
The abode of delight in kissing, and saliva,
And touching has become neglected
ليتني متُّ في الهوى
عقبَ أيامِكَ الأوَل
Would that I had died from love
After your first days
فَعزيزٌ على الحوا
دِث أن تسلمَ الأمَل
It is hard upon the events
That hope remains safe
