أَهدَت إِلَيَّ صَحيفَةً مَكتوبَةً

أَرضَت بِها سُخطَ الضَميرِ العاتِبِ

She gave me a written paper

With which she pleased the angry conscience

يا لَيتَني ضُمِّنتُ طَيَّ جَوابِها

حَتّى أُقَبِّلَ كَفَّ ذاكَ الكاتِبِ

Oh how I wish I was placed in the folds of her reply

So I could kiss the hand of that writer