سأَلْتُه قُبْلَةً يوما على عَجَلِ

فاحمرّ مِن خَجَلٍ واصفرّ مِن وَجَلِ

I asked him for a kiss one day in haste

He blushed from shyness and turned pale from fear

واعتلّ ما بين إسعافٍ يُرَقِّقه

وبين مَنْعٍ تَمادَى فِيه بالعِلل

And made excuses, torn between granting

My wish and refusing outright

وقال وجهِيَ بدرٌ لا خَفاءَ به

ومُبْصِر البدرِ لا يدعوه للقُبَلِ

He said, "My face is like the moon that hates

To be approached and kissed, even when near."