خَبَّرَ طَرفي بِالَّذي أُخفي

وَيحَكَ ما أَفشاكَ مِن طَرفِ

My eyes told of that which I kept hidden

My glance gave news of that which I conceal,

And chide what you revealed in them

Woe unto you! How revealing is the eye!

لا يَكتُمُ الطَرفُ هَوى عاشِقٍ

لَكِنَّما يُفشيهِ بِالذَرفِ

Eyes cannot conceal a lover's passion

The gaze cannot suppress a lover's passion,

Rather they divulge it in tears

But divulges it through the shedding tear.

حَتّى لَعَيني بِكَ فيما أَرى

أَعلَمُ مِن نَفسي بِما أُخفي

So much so that in all I see

Until my very eye, in viewing you,

I know more than my soul what I conceal

Knows more than my own soul of what I hide.

وَذاكَ أَنّي وَالقَضا واقِعٌ

بِكَفِّها نَفسي جَنَت حَتفي

And that is because I and fate fell

And this is so—for destiny is struck—

By its hands my soul gathered its shroud

By its own hand, my soul has wrought my end.