شُغِلتُ بِلَذَّةِ القُبَلِ

وَوَعدِ الكُتبِ وَالرُسُلِ

I was busy with the joy of kisses

And the promise of books and messages

وَمَعشوقٍ يُواصِلُني

بِلا وَعدٍ وَلا عِلَلِ

And a lover who keeps in touch with me

Without promises or excuses

أَتى عَجِلاً يَطيرُ بِهِ

جَناحُ الخَوفِ وَالوَجَلِ

He came hastily, flown by

The wings of fear and anxiety