يا عَبدَ حُبُّكِ شَفَّني شَفّا

يا عَبدَ حُبُّكِ شَفَّني شَفّا

وَالحُبُّ داءٌ يورِثُ الحَتفا

وَالحُبُّ داءٌ يورِثُ الحَتفا

O ʿAbd, love for you has utterly wasted me.

O servant, your love has cured me, cured me,

And love is an illness that brings death.

And love is an illness that leads to perdition.

وَالحُبُّ يُخفيهِ المُحِبُّ لِكَي

وَالحُبُّ يُخفيهِ المُحِبُّ لِكَي

لا يُستَرابُ بِهِ وَما يَخفى

لا يُستَرابُ بِهِ وَما يَخفى

And the lover conceals his love so that

And the lover conceals his love so that

he may not be suspected because of it—yet it does not stay hidden.

He will not be suspected, though nothing is hidden.