1. فَكَّرْتُ لَيْلَةٍ وَصْلِها في صَدِّها

    فَجَرَتْ بَقايا أَدْمُعي كالْعَنْدَمِ

    On the night of union with her, I thought of her rejection.

    So the remnants of my tears flowed like dragon’s-blood dye.

  2. فَطَفِقْتُ أَمْسَحُ مُقْلَتي في نَحْرِها

    إِذْ عادَةُ الكافُورِ امْساكُ الدَّمِ

    So I began wiping my eye against her upper chest,

    for it is camphor’s habit to staunch blood.