يا لَيتَ حِبّيَ لا يَدريهِ مِن أَحدٍ

يا لَيتَ حِبّيَ لا يَدريهِ مِن أَحدٍ

وَلا يَراهُ وَلَو قَلبي وَإِن فَطرهْ

وَلا يَراهُ وَلَو قَلبي وَإِن فَطرهْ

If only no one knew my beloved,

Oh, how I wish none knew of my love

Or saw him—not even my heart, even if he shattered it.

Not even my heart though it was made for him

عَليهِ قَد غِرتُ مِن خلقٍ وَلَو مَلِكاً

عَليهِ قَد غِرتُ مِن خلقٍ وَلَو مَلِكاً

وَرمتُ أَن لا يَراهُ غيرَ مَن فَطَرَه

وَرمتُ أَن لا يَراهُ غيرَ مَن فَطَرَه

I have been jealous over him of every creature, even a king,

I have been fooled by creation, even an angel

And wished that none would see him but the one who created him.

And wished none would see him but his Maker