1. My restraint concealed my passion, so it was not spread
The secret of the beloved is not for the onlooker or listener

2. And since my tears began to flow frequently
The censurers talked of my weeping

3. When it flowed like a torrent in its swift course
O beloved ones, by Him who formed you

4. I did not let my tears flow inclined towards anyone but you
But it flowed, so talk of your disdain

5. I held it back to guard the secret of my love for you
Until they talked of something other than it