لم أَلقَ ذا شَجَنٍ يَبوحُ بِحُبِّهِ

لم أَلقَ ذا شَجَنٍ يَبوحُ بِحُبِّهِ

إِلا ظَنَنتُكِ ذَلِكَ المَحبوبا

إِلا ظَنَنتُكِ ذَلِكَ المَحبوبا

I have never met a sorrowful man who speaks openly of his love

I have not found one with passion professing his love

without thinking you were that beloved,

But I thought it was you, oh my dear

حَذَراً عَلَيكِ فَإِنَّني بِكِ واثِقٌ

حَذَراً عَلَيكِ فَإِنَّني بِكِ واثِقٌ

أَن لا يَنالَ سِوايَ مِنكِ نَصيبا

أَن لا يَنالَ سِوايَ مِنكِ نَصيبا

out of fear for you; for I trust in you:

Be careful, for I trust in you

no one but me will gain a share of you.

That none shall have a share of you but me