سَترتُ حُبّكَ في قَلبٍ إَلَيكَ صَبا

سَترتُ حُبّكَ في قَلبٍ إَلَيكَ صَبا

شَوقاً وَخَيرُ الهَوى ما كانَ مَستُورا

شَوقاً وَخَيرُ الهَوى ما كانَ مَستُورا

I concealed my love for you in a heart that yearned toward you,

I concealed my love for you in a heart inclining towards you,

With longing; the best passion is that which is kept concealed.

Yearning, for the best love is that kept hidden.

فَلا تَظُننَّ قَلبي عَنكَ مُنصَرِفاً

فَلا تَظُننَّ قَلبي عَنكَ مُنصَرِفاً

وَإِن يَكُن باتَ بِالأَشجان مَكسورا

وَإِن يَكُن باتَ بِالأَشجان مَكسورا

So never think my heart has turned away from you,

So do not think that my heart has turned away from you,

Even if it has spent the night broken by sorrows.

Even if it spent the night broken with sorrow.

لَكِنَّ رَبَّ الهَوى وَالحُبّ مُتَّهَمٌ

لَكِنَّ رَبَّ الهَوى وَالحُبّ مُتَّهَمٌ

ما زالَ مُحتَذِراً طَوراً وَمَحذورا

ما زالَ مُحتَذِراً طَوراً وَمَحذورا

But one possessed of passion and love is held suspect;

But the Lord of love and passion is accused,

He has remained wary at times, and at others feared.

Always hesitant, now and then forbidden.

فَمِلتُ لِلهَجرِ لا عَن رَغبَةٍ وَرِضىً

فَمِلتُ لِلهَجرِ لا عَن رَغبَةٍ وَرِضىً

لكن أُعدُّ لَدى التَحقيقِ مَهجوراً

لكن أُعدُّ لَدى التَحقيقِ مَهجوراً

So I turned toward separation, not out of desire or consent,

I grew weary of estrangement, not out of desire and consent,

But upon examination I am deemed abandoned.

But I fear at the time of reckoning I will be spurned.

وَذي إِشارةِ مَوصولٍ بِحُبِّكُمُ

وَذي إِشارةِ مَوصولٍ بِحُبِّكُمُ

ضمَّنتُ أَكثَرَها حَذفاً وَتَقديرا

ضمَّنتُ أَكثَرَها حَذفاً وَتَقديرا

And this is a sign from one bound by love for you;

And she whose gestures are connected to your love -

I have filled most of it with ellipsis and implied meaning.

I have omitted most of them, curtailing and inferring.