شافَهُ كَفّي رَشَأ

بِقُبلَةٍ ما شَفتِ

My hands she lightly sprayed

With a kiss I'd never tasted

فَقُلتُ إِذ قَبّلها

يا لَيتَ كَفّي شَفَتي

So I told her when she'd kissed them

Would my hands were lips embraced