وأهيَفٍ كالغصن لما رأى

تصاعد الأنفاس من حرقي

Slender like a branch when he saw

My smoldering breaths rise

ناولني من يده وردة

كأنها من خده المشرقي

He handed me a rose

As if plucked from his radiant cheek

لكي يظن الناس من جهلهم

بأنها أنفاس منتشقِ

So people would think in their ignorance

That it was but a whiff I had taken