كأنَّني عانَقتُ رَيحانةً
تنَفَّسَت في لَيلِها الباردِ
As if I had embraced a sprig of sweet basil
who breathed in her cold night.
فلو تَرانا في قَميصِ الدُّجى
حَسبتَنا في جَسَدٍ واحدِ
Were you to see us in darkness’s shirt,
you would think us to be within a single body.
Sol 5.6