خالِسٌ لَحظاً عَلى دَهَشِ

ناظِرٌ مِن طَرفِ مُنجَمِشِ

A fleeting moment of sincerity

A watcher from the corner of his eyelash

قَد رَمى قَلبي بِلَحظَتِهِ

سَهمُ عَينَيهِ فَلَم يَطِشِ

His gaze has struck my heart

The arrow of his eyes did not miss

نَقَشَت كَفُّ المَلاحَةِ في

وَجنَتَيهِ أَطرَفَ النُقُشِ

The hand of destiny has etched

Upon his cheeks the finest engravings

عَطَشي يُروى بِقُبلَتِهِ

فَمَتى رِيِّيِ مِنَ العَطَشِ

My thirst is quenched by his kiss

So when will he slake my thirst?