إِذَا مَا كَتَمْتُ الْحُبَّ كَانَ شَرَارَةً

إِذَا مَا كَتَمْتُ الْحُبَّ كَانَ شَرَارَةً

وَإِنْ بُحْتُ بِالْكِتْمَانِ كَانَ مَلامَا

وَإِنْ بُحْتُ بِالْكِتْمَانِ كَانَ مَلامَا

If ever I conceal love, it becomes a spark;

When I conceal my love, it's a raging fire,

and if I speak openly of concealment, it brings reproach.

And if I reveal it, it becomes blame.

فَكَيْفَ احْتِيَالِي بَيْنَ أَمْرَيْنِ أَشْكَلا

فَكَيْفَ احْتِيَالِي بَيْنَ أَمْرَيْنِ أَشْكَلا

عَلَيَّ فَصَارَا شِقْوَةً وَغَرَامَا

عَلَيَّ فَصَارَا شِقْوَةً وَغَرَامَا

So what recourse have I between two choices that have perplexed

So how can I decide between two affairs, both difficult?

me, and thus become misery and consuming passion?

For me they have become misery and passion.