يبتهل في محرابها ناسك الشوق
من فرط توقه ذاب بأثمد عينها
في حلمها ليل ٍ به امطار وبروق
وفي ليله احلام ٍ تسأل وينها
هو استظل الشقا يردفه عوق
وهي استظلت نارنج عزه وتينها
تقطف من الاقاح وازهارها ذوق
خذا منها الورد اللون ولينها
The ascetic of longing prays in her sanctuary.
From his excessive longing, he melted in the kohl of her eyes.
In her dream, there is a night with rain and lightning.
And in a night of dreams, she asks where she is.
He sought the shade of misery, followed by a curse.
And she sought the shade of the orange of pride and its figs.
She picks the taste of its nectar and flowers.
He took from it the color of the rose and its softness.
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