1. وما أَنْسَ طِيبَ العِناقِ

    ولا سِيمَّا عند بَرْدِ السَّحَرْ

    And I do not forget the sweetness of the embrace,

    especially in the chill before dawn,

  2. وقد أفرط الضمُّ ما بينَنا

    فكوَّن من بَشَرَيْنا بَشَر

    when our clasping had grown so intense

    that it made one skin of our two skins,

  3. كماءَيْنِ من صَبَبَيْ هضْبةٍ

    أَلَماّ فضَمَّهما مستقرَ

    like two streams from a hill’s two slopes

    that met, and a basin embraced them both.

  4. فلو جَهَد الموتُ أن يستب

    دّ منا بمنفردٍ ما قَدَر

    So if death strove to seize

    one of us alone, it could not.