تَضِنُّ إِذا اِستَمنَحتُها لِيَ نَظرَةً

تَضِنُّ إِذا اِستَمنَحتُها لِيَ نَظرَةً

أُداوي بِها ما يُحدِثُ الحُبُّ في صَدري

أُداوي بِها ما يُحدِثُ الحُبُّ في صَدري

She begrudges me a glance when I ask her for one,

She frowns when I ask her for a glance,

With which I would heal what love inflicts within my breast.

With which I may heal what love inflicts upon my heart,

وَإِنّي لَتَبدو لي الكَواعِبُ كَالدُمى

وَإِنّي لَتَبدو لي الكَواعِبُ كَالدُمى

فَيَحفَظُ قَلبي غَيبَها وَهيَ لا تَدري

فَيَحفَظُ قَلبي غَيبَها وَهيَ لا تَدري

And indeed, maidens with budding breasts appear to me like figurines,

Yet to me, maidens seem like lifeless forms,

Yet my heart keeps faith with her in her absence, though she does not know.

So my heart preserves her absence though she knows not,

وَيَحجُزُني مَن لا أَرى دونَ ما أَرى

وَيَحجُزُني مَن لا أَرى دونَ ما أَرى

شَهيدي عَلَيه عالَمُ السِرِّ وَالجَهرِ

شَهيدي عَلَيه عالَمُ السِرِّ وَالجَهرِ

And the One I cannot see keeps me from what I see;

And one I do not see imprisons me over what I see,

My witness to this is the Knower of the secret and the open.

My secret witness over whispered and loudly spoken,

وَيَحزُنُ قَلبي سِرَّها وَيَصونُهُ

وَيَحزُنُ قَلبي سِرَّها وَيَصونُهُ

وَلَيسَ لَدَيها مِن حِفاظٍ وَلا شُكرِ

وَلَيسَ لَدَيها مِن حِفاظٍ وَلا شُكرِ

And my heart stores her secret and guards it,

And my heart grieves for her mystery and protects it,

Yet she has neither fidelity nor gratitude.

Though she has neither gratitude nor guardians for it.