تَبُوحُ لَهَا بِالحُبِّ عَيْنَايَ إِنَّمَا

تَبُوحُ لَهَا بِالحُبِّ عَيْنَايَ إِنَّمَا

لِسَانِيَ يَسْتَحْيِي فَلَا يَتَكَلَّمُ

لِسَانِيَ يَسْتَحْيِي فَلَا يَتَكَلَّمُ

My eyes confess love to her, yet

My eyes confess my love for her, though my tongue is too shy to speak.

My tongue is shy, so it does not speak.

I watch her eyes closely, hoping to see a spark of love - how I imagine it to be!

وَأَرْقُبُ عَيْنَيْهَا عَسَى بِهِمَا أَرَى

وَأَرْقُبُ عَيْنَيْهَا عَسَى بِهِمَا أَرَى

شَرَارَةَ حُبٍّ، صَحَّ مَا أَتَوَهَّمُ!

شَرَارَةَ حُبٍّ، صَحَّ مَا أَتَوَهَّمُ!

And I watch her eyes, hoping to see in them

For in her eyes I see the same passion as mine, though our lips stay mute.

A spark of love—my surmise has proved true!

That is the mark of love when the mouth stays shut.

فَفِي عَيْنِهَا مَا فِي عُيُونِي مِنَ اللَّظَى

فَفِي عَيْنِهَا مَا فِي عُيُونِي مِنَ اللَّظَى

وَذَاكَ دَلِيلُ الحُبِّ إِنْ كَتَمَ الفَمُ

وَذَاكَ دَلِيلُ الحُبِّ إِنْ كَتَمَ الفَمُ

For in her eye is the same blaze as in my eyes,

But why will she not confess when I have not, though she knows my heart as I know hers?

And that is proof of love, even if the mouth conceals it.

My friend, such silence is proper etiquette for those in love, as is discretion for lovers.

وَلَكِنْ لِمَاذَا لَا تَبُوحُ وَلَمْ أَبُحْ

وَلَكِنْ لِمَاذَا لَا تَبُوحُ وَلَمْ أَبُحْ

وَقَدْ عَلِمَتْ مَا بِي كَمَا أَنَا أَعْلَمُ؟

وَقَدْ عَلِمَتْ مَا بِي كَمَا أَنَا أَعْلَمُ؟

But why does she not confess, and why have I not confessed,

When she already knows what I feel, just as I know?

خَلِيلِيَ ذَاكَ الصَّمْتُ مِنْ أَدَبِ الهَوَى

خَلِيلِيَ ذَاكَ الصَّمْتُ مِنْ أَدَبِ الهَوَى

وَمِنْ أَدَبِ العُشَّاقِ ذَاكَ التَّكَتُّمُ

وَمِنْ أَدَبِ العُشَّاقِ ذَاكَ التَّكَتُّمُ

My friend, that silence is part of love's etiquette,

And that reticence is part of lovers' etiquette.