Sol 6.1

  1. يا اِبنَةَ الإِثمِ هذِهِ شَفَتايا

    فَاِرشفي مِنهُما رَحيقَ الخَطايا

    O daughter of sin, these are my lips.

    So sip from them the nectar of sins.

  2. وَاِعصري ما اِستَطَعتِ قَلبي فَقَلبي

    لَم يَزَل فيهِ مِن غَرامي بَقايا

    And wring my heart as much as you can, for my heart

    Still holds remnants of my passion.

  3. وَتَوَقّي إِحدى زَواياهُ لا تَق

    سي فَلي حُرمَةٌ بِإِحدى الزَوايا

    And spare one of its corners; do not be

    Cruel, for in one corner I have something sacred.

  4. إِنَّ في قَلبيَ البَغيَّ خَيالاً

    مِن عَفافٍ ما فاجَرته البَغايا

    Indeed, in my wanton heart there is an image

    Of chastity that harlots have not defiled.

  5. إِن تَكُن حِفنَتي المدمّاهُ ملكي

    فَخَيالُ العفافِ ملكُ سَوايا

    If my bloodied handful belongs to me,

    Then the image of chastity belongs to another.