وَيلِي من الرَّشأ الّذي

سُلْطانُه في المقُلْتينِ

Woe to me from the youth whose

Power lies in my two cheeks

لم تَستَطِعْه مَلافِظي

فشكَتْ إِلى عينيهِ عيني

My glances could not resist him

So my eyes complained to his eyes

فاعتلّ عِلّة خائفٍ

وشكا مَلامَ العاذِلَين

He feigned the illness of a fearful lover

And blamed the censure of critics

ثم استهلّت عينُه

في وجنتَيهِ بِدَمْعَتين

Then his eyes started overflowing

On his cheeks with two teardrops

فكأنّما في خدّه

ذهبٌ يَذوبُ على لُجَين

As if on his cheek was gold

Melting on embers

فضممُته ولثمتُه

وأخذْتُ من خدّيه دَيْني

I drew him close and kissed him

And took my due from his cheeks

ولقد سألتُ مُعَذَّبي

يومَ التفرُّقِ قُبْلَتَينِ

I had asked my tortured one

On the day we parted for two kisses

وكنَنْتُها في عينِه

خوفَ الرَّقيبِ بلَحْظِ عَيني

And hid them in his eyes

Fearing the spying eyes

فأجابني إِن شئتَ أن

تَحظَى بقَطْفِ الوَجْنتَينِ

He answered if you want

To pluck the fruits of my cheeks

فاقطِفهُما بين الرَّقِي

بِ وبين لحظِ الحاسِديَن

Then pluck them despite the spies

And envious eyes watching us