لَمّا هَوَيتُ لِكَي أُقَبِّله سَطا

لَمّا هَوَيتُ لِكَي أُقَبِّله سَطا

بِحُسامِ لَحظٍ كادَ يَبدو مُعدِمي

بِحُسامِ لَحظٍ كادَ يَبدو مُعدِمي

When I bent down to kiss him, he attacked

When I leaned down to kiss it chastely

With the sword of a glance that almost seemed my slayer.

With a glance's swift sword that seemed to undo me

فَجَرى دَمي فَأصيبَ مِنهُ بِنُقطَةٍ

فَجَرى دَمي فَأصيبَ مِنهُ بِنُقطَةٍ

كافورُ وَجنَتِهِ الَّتي لَم تسأَمِ

كافورُ وَجنَتِهِ الَّتي لَم تسأَمِ

So my blood flowed, and a drop of it struck

My blood flowed and was marked by a drop

The camphor of his cheek, of which one never tired.

Camphor and his lips that did not tire

لا بِدْعَ إِن لَصِقَت بِهِ فَلِأَنَّهُ

لا بِدْعَ إِن لَصِقَت بِهِ فَلِأَنَّهُ

مِن عادَةِ الكافورِ إمساكُ الدّمِ

مِن عادَةِ الكافورِ إمساكُ الدّمِ

No wonder if the drop clung to it, for it is

It’s no wonder that when pressed to him

Camphor's habit to stanch blood.

Camphor’s habit is to staunch the blood