كَيفَ أَسلو وَأَنتَ حِقفٌ وَغُصنٌ

كَيفَ أَسلو وَأَنتَ حِقفٌ وَغُصنٌ

وَغَزالٌ لَحظاً وَقَدّاً وَرِدفا

وَغَزالٌ لَحظاً وَقَدّاً وَرِدفا

How can I cease to love, when you are a curved sand dune and a bough,

How can I converse when you are a hind and branch,

And a gazelle—in glance, in stature, and in hips?

A gazelle at times, and at others a ridge and tracts.