خالستُهُ قُبلَةً عَلى ظَمإٍ

فَذُقتُ ماءَ الحَياةِ مِن شَفَتِه

I kissed his thirst

And tasted life's water from his lips

فَاِرفضّ مِن فَرطِ خَجلَةٍ عَرَقاً

فَصارَ خَدّي بَديلَ مِنشَفَتِه

He perspired profusely from shyness

My cheek became a substitute for his lips