إِنَّ لي في الهَوى لِساناً كَتُوماً

وَجَناناً يُخفي حَريقَ جَواه

Though love's fire still burns within my heart

My lips on passion's name are ever mute

غَيرَ أَنّي أَخافُ دَمعي عَلَيه

سَتَراهُ يُفشي الَّذي سَتَراه

Save for the tears that from my eyes still start

Lest they reveal what I would keep from view