لاحَ وَفي خَدَّيهِ ديباجَةٌ

طَرَّزَها الشَعرُ بِلَبلابِ

His cheek possesses a brocade

Embroidered by poetry with threads of dew

بابُ سُلُوّي دونَهُ مُغلَقٌ

وَصُدغُهُ الزُرفِينُ لِلبابِ

The door to his mouth is shut

And his perfumed cheek guards the door

يا مانِعي حَتّى مَواعيدَهُ

مَن لي بِوَعدٍ مِنكَ كَذّابِ

O you who prevent even his trysts

Who can I trust with your lying promises?