وساترٍ خدّه بمصْحَفِهِ

قلتُ له والفؤاد في قَلقِ

With a book shielding his cheek

I told him, with my heart in turmoil:

خِفتَ على الخدّ من لواحظِنا

يا غُصْنُ حَتّى اسْتَتَرْتَ بالورق

"You feared for your cheek because of our glances,

O branch, until you veiled yourself with leaves."