I said, `Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,
قُلْتُ سَأتَسَلَّقُ شَجَرَةَ النَّخِيلِ، وَسَأُمسِكُ بَعضَ أغصانِها. لِتَكُنْ كَعَناقِيدِ العِنَبِ ثَدِياكِ، وَكالشَّمسِ رائِحَةُ أنفاسِكِ.
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