1. إِنَّمَا كَانَ رِيقُكَ الْعَذْبُ شُهْداً

    حَيْثُ أَهْلُ الْهَوَى ذُبَابٌ مُكِبَّهْ

    Your sweet saliva was nothing but honey,

    for lovers were flies crowding over it.

  2. ثُمَّ لَمَّا الْتَحَيْتَ طَارُوا جَميِعاً

    مَا لِطَرْدِ الذُّبَابِ مِثْلُ الْمَكَبَّهْ

    Then, when you grew a beard, they all flew away.

    Nothing drives flies away like a food cover.