ﺳﺄﻟﺘﻬﺎ ﻣﻦ ﺃﻳﻦ ﻳﺄﺗﻴﻬﺎ ﺣﺴْﻦُ ﺍﻟﻜﻼﻡْ !
ﻓﻘﺎﻟﺖ ﻣِﻦَ ﺍﻟﺸﻮْﻕِ ﻭَﺳَﻜﺮَﺓِ ﺍﻷﺣﻼﻡْ،
ﻗﻠﺖُ ﻟﻬَﺎ ﺃﻧﺎ ﺍﻟﻤُﺘَﻴَّﻢُ
ﻳﻘْﺘُﻠُﻨِﻲ ﻓﻴﻚِ ﺷَﻌْﺮُﻙِ ﺍﻟﻤُﻨْﺴَﺎﺏْ
ﻓﻘﺎﻟﺖ ﺃﻧﺎ ﻟﻚَ ﺃﻳﻬﺎ ﺍﻟﺸﺎﻋِﺮُ ﺍﻟﻤِﻘﺪﺍﻡْ .
ﻣﺪَﺩْﺕُ ﻳَﺪِﻱ ﺃﻻﻣِﺲُ ﺧَﺼْﺮَﻫَﺎ ﺍﻟﻨَّﺤِﻴﻞْ
ﻓﺘﺮﺍﺟﻌَﺖْ ﻭَﻗﺎﻟَﺖْ ﻫﺬﺍ ﻣُﺴْﺘﺤِﻴﻞْ .
ﻗﻠْﺖُ ﺃﻧﺎ ﻻ ﺃﻗﻮﻯ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺍﻟﺼَّﺒْﺮِ
ﺣُﺒِّﻲ ﻟﻚِ ﻧﺎﺭٌ ﻭَﻋَﺬﺍﺏْ
ﺣُﺒِّﻲ ﻟﻚِ ﺣُﺐُّ ﺍﻟﻤُﺴْﻠِﻢِ ﻟﻠﻜﺘﺎﺏْ .
ﻗﺎﻟﺖ ﺃﺗﺮُﻙِ ﺍﻟﺪﻳﻦَ ﻭﻏﺎﺯِﻟْﻨِﻲ ﺑﺸِﻌْﺮِﻙَ ﺍﻟﺠَﻤِﻴﻞْ
ﻗﻠﺖُ ﻗﻠﺒِﻲ ﻳﻤﻮﺝُ ﻭَﻳﻐﻔُﻮ ﻣﻦ ﺭِﻣْﺸِﻚِ ﺍﻟﻜَﺤِﻴﻞْ،
ﻣَﺪَﺩْﺕُ ﻳَﺪِﻱ ﺃﻋﺎﻧِﻘُﻬَﺎ
ﻓﺘﻤﺎﻳَﻠﺖْ ﻛﻐُﺼْﻦِ ﺍﻟﺒﺎﻥْ
ﺷﻤَﻤْﺖُ ﺍﻟﻮَﺭْﺩَ ﻓﻲ ﺭﺍﺣَﺘَﻴْﻬَﺎ ﻭﺧﺪِّﻫَﺎ ﺍﻷﺳِﻴﻞْ .
ﺣﺒﻴﺒﺘﻲ ﻳﺎ ﺣُﺒِّﻲَ ﺍﻷﻭَّﻝَ ﻭﺍﻷﺧﻴﺮْ
ﺃﻧﺖِ ﺃﻣﻴﺮَﺗِﻲ ﻭﺃﻧﺎ ﺑﺤُﺒِّﻚِ ﻋﺎﺷِﻖٌ ﺃﻣﻴﺮْ