فَما مِسكٌ يُعَلُّ بِزَنجَبيلٍ

وَلا عَسَلٌ بِأَلبانِ اللِقاحِ

No musk is made fragrant with ginger,

Nor any honey with pollen of flowers.

بِأَشهى مِن مُجاجَةِ ريقِ سَلمى

وَلا ما في الزِقاقِ مِن القِراحِ

Nothing is more delicious than Salma's saliva,

Nor what's in the lanes of wounds.

وَلا وَاللَهِ لا أَنسى حَياتي

وِثاقَ البابِ دوني وَاِطِّراحي

By God, I won't forget my life,

The knot at the door, my chatter and laughter.