يا ليتني تحت القميص غلالة

ألتفُّ فوق قميصه المتأوّد

Oh, I wish I were his undershirt

To wrap around his graceful body

أمسي وأصبح لاصقاً في خصره

وأبات ما بين النهود وأغتدي

Clinging to his waist morning and night

Between his breasts, reveling in delight

إني لأحسد ثوبه وأخاله

بلغ النعيم وما بلغت لمقصدي

How I envy his shirt that touches his skin

Reaching ecstasy, a joy I cannot win

أيبات منه معانقاً وملاصقاً

وأبات بين تأوه وتنهّد

To embrace him, pressed against him all night

Moaning softly, sighing in delight