تَصَبَّحتُ في وَعدٍ وَبِتُّ عَلى وَعدِ

لِمَن زارَني بَعدَ التَجَنُّبِ وَالصَدِ

I greeted the morning with a promise, and passed the night holding a promise,

From the one who visited me after avoidance and rejection,

فَجاءَ بُعَيدَ الظُهرِ لِلغَدِ موفِياً

وَبِتُّ عَلى مَهدٍ وَباتَ عَلى مَهدِ

He arrived just past noon on the morrow, faithful to his vow,

And I spent the night upon a bed, and he spent the night upon a bed,

وَمازالَ يَسقينا وَيَشرَبُ لَيلَنا

فَعَينٌ عَلى عَينٍ وَخَدٌّ عَلى خَدِّ

He ceased not pouring drink for us and drinking through our night,

With eye fixed upon eye, and cheek pressed against cheek,

فَبِتنا مِنَ السُكرِ الشَديدِ كَأَنَّنا

قَتيلانِ لُفّا في الرَياحينِ وَالوَردِ

Until we lay, from the depth of our intoxication, as though we were

Two slain figures wrapped in sweet basil and roses.