ياحَبَّذا وَالطَيفُ ضَيفٌ طارِقٌ

طَيفٌ عَلى شَحطٍ أَجَدَّ مَزارا

O beloved, the breeze is a guest that comes knocking

A breeze on parched land that found a place to rest

تَلوي الشَمالُ بِهِ قَضيباً رُبَّما

عاطى بِسوسانٍ هُناكَ عَرارا

The north winds twist it into a rod now and then

Granting it the fragrance of lilies there to spread

فَلَثَمتُ فيما قَد لَثَمتُ عَلاقَةً

خَدّاً يَسيلُ مَعَ العُقارِ عُقارا

So I kissed what I had kissed, a cheek that would pour

From lips with wine, wine in ceaseless pour

ما إِن دَرَيتُ وَقَد نَعِمتُ بِلَثمِهِ

ماذا رَأَيتُ أَجَنَّةً أَم نارا

I did not know when I enjoyed that kiss

If it was Paradise or flames that met my eyes