رَحَّبَتْ فِي النَّوْمِ ثُمَّتَ قَالَتْ

كَيْفَ أَنْتَ يَا سَيِّدِي وَحَبِيبِي

She welcomed me in slumber, and then she said,

"How are you, O my master and my beloved?"

وَأَبَاحَتْنِي مِنْ طُلاَهَا عِنَاقاً

وَارْتِشَافاً مِنْ ظَلْمِ ثَغْرٍ شَنِيبِ

She yielded her neck to my embrace,

And let me sip the cool dew of her bright-toothed mouth.

لَيْتَ شِعْرِي إِنْ قَدَّرَ اللهُ وَصْلاً

أَيَكُونُمِنْهَا كَذَاكَ نَصِيبِي

Would that I knew—if God decrees our union—

Will my share from her be just like that?