مَن كانَ يَزعُمُ أَن سَيَكتُمُ حُبَّهُ

أَو يَستَطيعُ السَترُ فَهوَ كَذوبُ

Whoever claims that he can conceal his love

Or is able to hide it, he is a liar

الحُبُّ أَغلَبُ لِلرِجالِ بِقَهرِهِ

مِن أَن يُرى لِلسِرِّ فيهِ نَصيبُ

Love overpowers men by its might

More than a secret in it has a share

وَإِذا بَدا سِرُّ اللَبيبِ فَإِنَّهُ

لَم يَبدُ إِلّا وَالفَتى مَغلوبُ

And when the heart of the wise reveals itself

It only reveals when the man is defeated

إِنّي لَأَحسُدُ ذا هَوىً مُستَحفِظاً

لَم تَتَّهِمهُ أَعيُنٌ وَقُلوبُ

Truly I envy one whose love is guarded

No eyes or hearts suspect him