تَظَلُّ كَفَّيَّ لِحُرفي إِن لَمَستُ بِها

سَهيكَ طيبٍ كَأُخرى باشَرَت سَهكا

My hands will retain your scent if touched by them

Like another hand shook hands scented with musk

تَغشى النَوائِبُ حالي وَهِيَ رازِحَةٌ

كَالشِعرِ يَلقى زِحافاً بَعدَ ما نُهِكا

Troubles overwhelm my state while cooing

Like poetry after being composed and perfected