سفها يعنفني بحبك لائم

سفها يعنفني بحبك لائم

وهواك بين جوانحي متلاطم

وهواك بين جوانحي متلاطم

Foolishly, a reproacher berates me for loving you.

Folly rebukes me for loving you, blamer,

And love for you surges between my ribs.

While passion for you tosses within my ribs.

لطبعت في قلبي فلو فتشته

لطبعت في قلبي فلو فتشته

لم يلف إلا هيكل لك قائم

لم يلف إلا هيكل لك قائم

You have surely been imprinted in my heart; were you to search it,

I have imprinted you onto my heart, so if you examined it,

Nothing would be found but a standing shrine to you.

You would find no structure but a temple for you.