مَا لَذَّةٌ أَكْمَلُ مِن طِيْبِهَا

مِنْ قُبْلَةٍ في إثْرِهَا عَضَّهْ

No sweeter delight than her kiss

Tracing bite marks in its wake

كأنَّمَا تَأْثِيْرُهَا لُمْعَةً

مِنْ ذَهَبٍ أُجْرِيَ فِي فِضَّهْ

Its touch like gleaming gold poured

Into her teeth's bright crevice

خَلَسْتُهَا بِالْكُرْهُ مِنْ شَادِنٍ

يَعْشَقُ مِنْهُ بَعْضُهُ بَعْضَهْ

I stole it from her reluctant mouth

One part yearning for another