ما زِلتُ أَحسَبُ أَنَّ الحُبَّ زايَلَني

حَتّى نَظَرتُ إِلَيها وَهيَ تَبتَسِمُ

I thought that love had left me

I continued to believe that love had abandoned me,

Until I saw her smile

Until I gazed upon her while she was smiling.

فَاِهتَزَّ قَلبي كَما تَهتَزُّ نابِتَةٌ

في القَفرِ مَرَّ عَلَيها النورُ وَالنَسَمُ

My heart shook like a sprout

Then my heart quivered as a young plant quivers

In the desert when the light and breeze pass by

In the wasteland, when touched by light and the breeze.

يا حُبَّها لا تَخَف شَيباً وَلا هَرَماً

فَلَيسَ يَقوى عَلَيكَ الشَيبُ وَالهَرَمُ

Oh love for her, do not fear old age or decrepitude

O love for her, fear neither gray hair nor old age,

For neither old age nor decrepitude can overcome you

For gray hair and old age have no power over you.