لَثِمَتُ بِفي التَّفَكُّرِ وَجْنَتيْه

لَثِمَتُ بِفي التَّفَكُّرِ وَجْنَتيْه

فسالَتْ وجْنَتاه دماً عَبيطا

فسالَتْ وجْنَتاه دماً عَبيطا

I kissed his cheeks with the mouth of contemplation.

So his cheeks flowed with fresh blood.

وصافحني خيالٌ منه وَهْناً

وصافحني خيالٌ منه وَهْناً

فخطَّتْ في يَديْه يَدي خُطوطا

فخطَّتْ في يَديْه يَدي خُطوطا

And a phantom of him shook my hand late at night.

Then my hand traced lines upon his hands.