وَمُهَفْهَفٍ كَالغُصْنِ في المَيَلِ

عَاتَبْتُهُ فَاحْمَرَّ مِنْ خَجَلِ

Swaying like a bough in the night

I chided him, and he blushed with shame

لَمَّا شَمَمْتُ الخَمْرَ مِنْ فَمِهِ

وَفَّيتُهُ حَدّاً مِنَ القُبَلِ

When I smelled the wine on his breath

I granted him a kiss, a limit of kisses