أَنا حَبرُ الهَوى حَبيبَينِ أَهوى

لَهُما الواشي قَد وَشى وَهوَ لايِم

I am the ink of passion, loving two sweethearts

For them the tattooist has tattooed, while he knows not

قُلتُ وَاللَّه باد مِن حَيث أَضحى

بَينَ غُصنَينِ ناشِراً لَحمَ عالِم

I said: by God, it disappeared from where it emerged

Between two branches, spreading knowledgeable flesh