آفَةُ السِرِّ مِن جُفو

نٍ دَوامٍ دَوامِعِ

The flaw of a secret is lack of constancy, constancy's sparkles,

How can it be hidden with passions' outbursts and passions' floods?

كَيفَ يَخفى مَعَ الدُمو

عِ الهَوامي الهَوامِعِ

We've never seen a lover whose secret wasn't broadcast.

Lo, its fires show in the dawning's first glow.

ما رَأَينا أَخا هَوى

سِرُّهُ غَيرَ ذائِعِ

إِنَّ نيرانَ حُبِّهِ

بادِياتُ الطَوالِعِ