نَفْسِي الفداءُ لِمن يُعاتِبُني

وفَمِي عَلى فَمِهِ يُقبِّلُهُ

My soul is ransom for the one who reproaches me

And my mouth kisses his

ويُريدُ يُوضِحُ وجهَ حُجَّتِهِ

واللّثمُ يُعجِلُهُ ويُخجِلُهُ

He wants to explain his argument

But the kiss hurries and embarrasses him

حتّى إذا أضْجرْتُه ستَرَتْ

ما بَين فيّ وفِيه أُنْمُلُهُ

Until when I have made him stumble, he covers

What was between us, his fingers

ويعودُ معتذراً ليشْغَلَني

عنهُ بعذرٍ لستُ أقبلُهُ

And he returns apologizing, to distract me

From him with an excuse I do not accept