وَقَبَّلتُ فاه راشِفاً لِرُضابِهِ

وَكَرَّرتُ شَمّي الوردَ مِن ذَلكَ الخَدِّ

I kissed his mouth passionately for his pleasure

And again I inhaled the rose scent from his cheek

فَقالَ لِماذا الشمُّ وَيحَك فَاِتَّئدْ

تُواليهِ لا أَدري وُقوفاً إِلى حَدِّ

So he said, why the smelling, spare yourself

You persist without knowing when to stop

فَقُلتُ لَهُ روحي رضابُكَ خَمرَة

وَما طابَ شُربُ الخَمرِ إِلّا على الوردِ

So I said to him, your cheek is like wine

And the drink of wine is only sweetened by the rose