وَذي هَيَفٍ لَلْبَرْقِ مِنْهُ ابْتِسامَةٌ

وراءَ غَمامٍ عَنْ مَدامِعِهِ أَبْكي

With lightning flashes showing through its sandstorm smile

Behind the clouds I weep for rain from its weeping eyes

أَظُنُّ مَهاةَ الرَّمْلِ عن لَحَظاتِهِ

إِذَا نَظَرَتْ تَحْكي مِنَ السِحْرِ ما تَحْكي

I imagine the desert’s illusion, in every glance it takes

Tells of magic, stories that enchant and charm

فَهَلْ نَهْلَةٌ مِنْ رِيقَةٍ هِي واللَّمى

بِفِيهِ رِحيقٌ في خِتامٍ مِنَ المِسْكِ

Can a kiss of such sweet lips, with honey fragrance lingering

Seal in musk perfume and ecstasy unfurl