يختال في مشيتهِ

كالغصن في دقّتهِ

He sways proudly in his gait,

Like a bough in his slenderness,

فالدرِ في مضحكهِ

والمسكُ في نكهتهِ

With pearls in his smiling mouth,

And musk within his breath,

نازعتهُ مشمولةً

كالبرقِ في خطفتهِ

I shared with him a chilled vintage,

Like lightning in its sudden flash,

فلم يزل يمزجُ لي

الباقيَ من فضلتهِ

And he ceased not mixing for me

The remainder left in his cup,

والنقل من تقبيل ما

يقطفُ من وجنتهِ

And the relish was the kissing of what

Is plucked from his cheek,

سقياً لها من دعوةٍ

تُدعى إلى نيكتهِ

May blessings rain upon an invitation

That summoned me to his bedding.