لَم تُبَلِّغنِيَ السَعادَةَ بَعدُ

قُبلَةٌ إِنَّما وِصالِيَ وَعدُ

Happiness has not yet conveyed to me

A kiss that was but a promise of my union

مُخلِفٌ يَخطَفُ القُلوبَ بِطَرفٍ

عازِمٍ ما لَهُ مِنَ الغَدرِ بُدُّ

With eyes that snatch hearts, he comes and goes

Determined, though free of deceit and betrayal