أَحْلى مِنَ الشَّهْدِ مَنْ هَويْتُ وكَمْ

شُقَّتْ بِهِ في الهَوى مَراراتُ

Sweeter than honey is the one I love

Though the bitterness of passion has pierced me

وَكَيْفَ لاَ تُسْتَطاب رِيقَتُهُ

وثَغْرُهُ سُكَّر سُنيْناتُ

How could the sweetness of his lips not be savored

When his mouth is sugar itself