الجَفنُ بِالفَتحِ وَلَكِن كَسرَهُ

في الأَوطفِ الأَحورِ يَبدو مُستَحَب

The eyelid opens, but breaks it

In the most beautiful youth, it seems desirable

وَالحِبُّ بِالكسرِ الحَبيبُ لا اِمتِرا

وَضَمُّه لِلعشقِ أَمرٌ قَد وَجَب

And love with a broken heart, my love does not waver

And suppressing it for passion has become obligatory