إِذا كانَ مَن يَهوى يُكاتِمُ حُبَّهُ

إِذا كانَ مَن يَهوى يُكاتِمُ حُبَّهُ

لِهَيبَةِ مَن يَهواهُ ماتَ مِنَ الغَمِّ

لِهَيبَةِ مَن يَهواهُ ماتَ مِنَ الغَمِّ

If one who loves conceals his love

If the one I love conceals his love

Out of awe of the one he loves, he dies of grief.

Fearing whom he loves, he'll die of sorrow

سَأُضمِرُ صَبري عَنكِ لا عَن تَجَلُّدِ

سَأُضمِرُ صَبري عَنكِ لا عَن تَجَلُّدِ

وَلَكِنَّني أَطوي ضَميري عَلى رُغَمِ

وَلَكِنَّني أَطوي ضَميري عَلى رُغَمِ

I shall conceal my patience from you—not out of fortitude,

I'll hide my patience from you, not from composure

But I fold away my innermost feelings against my will.

But I'll fold my conscience though against my will