مَرَرْتُ بِالْعُشَّاقِ قَدْ كَبَّرُوا

مَرَرْتُ بِالْعُشَّاقِ قَدْ كَبَّرُوا

وَكَانَ بِالْقُرْبِ صَبِيُّ كَرِيمْ

وَكَانَ بِالْقُرْبِ صَبِيُّ كَرِيمْ

I passed by the lovers, who had cried, “God is greatest!”

I passed by the lovers, they had grown old

And nearby was a noble boy.

And nearby was a generous boy

فَقُلْتُ مَا بَالُهُمُ قَالَ لِي

فَقُلْتُ مَا بَالُهُمُ قَالَ لِي

أُلْقِيَ لِلْحُبِّ كِتَابٌ كَريمْ

أُلْقِيَ لِلْحُبِّ كِتَابٌ كَريمْ

So I said, “What is the matter with them?” He said to me:

I said: “What is with them?” He said to me:

“A noble letter has been delivered to Love.”

“A generous book about love was composed”