بِكَسرَةِ جَفنَيهِ رَمزٌ خَفى

إِلى الصَبِّ بِالكَمدِ المُتلَفِ

With the flutter of his eyelids, a hidden symbol

Of passion with twisted vine.

أَلا قَد بَرانِيَ مِن قدِّهِ

وَذاكَ التَثَنّى وَلَم يَعطِفِ

He truly cured me of my pride,

And bent, though not inclined.

عَطَفتُ عَلى جيدِهِ ساعِدي

لِيَشفي الأوامَ وَلَم يَشتَفِ

I leaned my arm upon his neck

To heal the wish, though no wish gained.

أَبَعدَ الزَمانِ لَنا ضَمَّة

لَعَلَّ الضُلوعَ بِها تَنطَفي

After so long, one embrace for us -

Perhaps with it, hearts eased of pain.

وَأَهيَفٍ ما ماسَ إلاهَفا

فُؤادي إِلى قَدِّهِ الأَهيَفِ

Desire which nothing sated but desire

My heart toward his most pliant neck.