إِنَّمَا كَانَ رِيقُكَ الْعَذْبُ شُهْداً

حَيْثُ أَهْلُ الْهَوَى ذُبَابٌ مُكِبَّهْ

Your sweet saliva was honey

Where the lovers are flies gathered

ثُمَّ لَمَّا الْتَحَيْتَ طَارُوا جَميِعاً

مَا لِطَرْدِ الذُّبَابِ مِثْلُ الْمَكَبَّهْ

Then when you frowned, they all flew away

Nothing drives away flies like a frown