أصبحت ولثم اخمصيه املى

أصبحت ولثم اخمصيه املى

مع ان له فما شفاء العلل

مع ان له فما شفاء العلل

Kissing the arches of his feet has become my hope,

I rise and kiss his feet though they are full

Though he has a mouth that is a cure for ailments.

Of ulcers, for to me they are lips of health.

لكن قدم سعت به في تلفي

لكن قدم سعت به في تلفي

اعددت لها جوائزاً من قبلي

اعددت لها جوائزاً من قبلي

Yet a foot that carried him toward my ruin—

His feet have wandered far to find me lost;

I have prepared rewards for it from my kisses.

Long ere we met I made for them a wreath.