أَيا مَن أُكاتِمُهُ حُبَّهُ

أَيا مَن أُكاتِمُهُ حُبَّهُ

وَيَظهَرُ مِنّي فَلا يَنكَتِم

وَيَظهَرُ مِنّي فَلا يَنكَتِم

O you from whom I hide my love,

O you whom I conceal my love from

yet it shows in me and will not stay hidden.

Yet it appears from me, and I do not conceal

يَراني فيَعلَمُ حُبّي لَهُ

يَراني فيَعلَمُ حُبّي لَهُ

وَيَكتُمُني أَنَّهُ قَد عَلِم

وَيَكتُمُني أَنَّهُ قَد عَلِم

He sees me and knows my love for him,

You see me and know my love for you

yet hides from me that he already knows.

Yet you conceal from me that you have known

أَتَأذَنُ في نَشرِ ما قَد طَوَي

أَتَأذَنُ في نَشرِ ما قَد طَوَي

تُ بَينَ الجَوانِحِ أَم تَحتَشِم

تُ بَينَ الجَوانِحِ أَم تَحتَشِم

Will you let me unfold what I have folded

Do you permit the spread of what I have folded

between my ribs, or are you bashful?

Within my soul, or do you act with modesty?

فَأَنتَ السُرورُ وَأَنتَ البَلا

فَأَنتَ السُرورُ وَأَنتَ البَلا

وَأَنتَ الشِفاءُ وَأَنتَ السَقَم

وَأَنتَ الشِفاءُ وَأَنتَ السَقَم

For you are joy, and you are affliction,

For you are bliss, you are tribulation

and you are healing, and you are sickness.

You are remedy, you are sickness

تَذَكَّرتُ أَزمانَ كانَ الهَوى

تَذَكَّرتُ أَزمانَ كانَ الهَوى

وَكُنتُ لَعَمري كَما تَتَّهِم

وَكُنتُ لَعَمري كَما تَتَّهِم

I remembered times when there was love,

I recall times when passion

and, by my life, I was as you suspect.

And I, for my life, was as you suspect

فَإِن كُنتُ مَتَّهَماً في الهَوى

فَإِن كُنتُ مَتَّهَماً في الهَوى

وَتَمزُجُ عَينايَ ماءً بِدَم

وَتَمزُجُ عَينايَ ماءً بِدَم

So if I am under suspicion in love,

If I am suspected in passion

and my eyes mingle water with blood,

And my eyes mix water with blood

فَما بالُ عَيني إِذا ما رَأَت

فَما بالُ عَيني إِذا ما رَأَت

كَ لَم يَملُكِ الدَمعُ أَن يَنسَجِم

كَ لَم يَملُكِ الدَمعُ أَن يَنسَجِم

then why is it that, when my eye sees

So why, when my eyes see you

you, the tears cannot help streaming?

Can tears not help but flow?