وَشادِنٍ جَمالُهُ

تَقصرُ عَنهُ صفتي

And his beauty astounds me

My descriptions fall short of it

أَهوى لِتَقبيلِ يَدي

فَقُلتُ قَبِّل شفتي

I yearn for him to kiss my hand

So I said, “Kiss my lips”