كَأَنَّ الحَميمَ عَلى جِسمِها

إِذا اِغتَرَفَتهُ بِأَطماسِها

As if intimacy itself caressed her body

When she drew it in with her sleeves

جُمانٌ يَجولُ عَلى فِضَّةٍ

جَلَتهُ حَدائِدٌ دَوّاسِها

Clouds wandering over silver

Polished by the strokes of her bracelets