وَمُقَبِّلٍ كَفّي وَدَدتُ بِأَنَّهُ

أَومى إِلى شَفَتَيَّ بِالتَقبيلِ

With a kiss on my hand, I wished

That to my lips he had inclined.

جاذَبتُهُ فَضلَ العِتابِ وَبَينَنا

كِبَرُ المَلولِ وَرِقَّةُ المَملولِ

I chided him; between us lingered

Great bashfulness and tenderness feigned.

وَلَحَظتُ عَقدَ نِطاقِهِ فَكَأَنَّما

عُقِدَ الجَمالُ بِقُرطَقٍ مَحلولِ

I noticed his slender waist-band,

As though locked with an easy clasp.

جَذلانُ يَنفُضُ مِن فُروجِ قَميصِهِ

أَعطافَ غُصنِ البانَةِ المَطلولِ

His open shirt would flutter free

Like boughs of the willow, supple and crisp.

مَن لي بِهِ وَالدارُ غَيرُ بَعيدَةٍ

عَن دارِهِ وَالمالُ غَيرُ قَليلِ

If only he were mine, and our homes

Not far apart, our means the same!