شافَهَ كَفِّي رَشَأٌ

بقُبلَةٍ ما شفَتِ

My palm was sprinkled

With a kiss my lips did not savor

فقلْتُ إذْ قبَّلَها

يا لَيتَ كَفَّي شَفَتي

So I said, as it kissed her

If only my palm were my lips