دموع الصب تسفك

وستر الصب ينهتك

The morning's tears are shed,

The tears of the passionate lover are shed,

The morning's veil is torn.

And the secret veil of the lover is torn away;

كأن القلب إذ يبدو

قطاة ضمها شرك

My heart appears as though

As though his heart, in its trembling,

Ensnared by fate forlorn.

Were a sandgrouse ensnared in a net.

فيا أصحابنا قولوا

فإن الرأي مشترك

My friends, I ask you speak,

O my companions, speak and advise me,

For counsel must be borne.

For counsel is meant to be shared:

إلى كم ذا أكاتمه

ومالي عنه مترك

How long can I conceal

How long must I conceal this longing,

What I cannot forewarn?

When I have no way to turn away from it?