وَمُستَبسِلٍ ضافي القَميصِ ضَمَمتُهُ

بِأَزرَقَ لا نِكسٍ وَلا مُتَعَوَجِ

A youth in loose shirt I embraced

Of sky-blue, unwrinkled and straight

عَليهِ نَسارِيٌّ عَلى خوطِ نَبعَةٍ

وَفوقٍ كَعُرقوبِ القَطاةِ مُدَحرَجِ

Over it a trim robe that glides

Like the gait of a swaying date

وَقارَبتُ مِن كَفَّيَّ ثُمَّ نَزَعتُها

بِنَزعٍ إِذا ما اِستُكرِهَ النَزعُ مُحلِجِ

I reached out to clasp his hands

Though the clasp, if disliked, would grate

فَصاحَت بِكَفَّيَّ صَيحَةً ثُمَّ راجَعَت

أَنينَ المَريضِ ذي الجِراحِ المُشَجَّجِ

Then his hands cried out and pulled away

Like one hurt, his deep wound aggravated