قُل لِغُصنِ البانِ الَّذي يَتَثَنّى

تَحتَ بَدرِ الدُجى وَفَوقَ النَقاء

Tell the bending boughs of banana

Under the shining moon and above the breeze

رُمتُ كِتمانَ ما بِقَلبي فَنَمَّت

زَفَراتٌ تَغشى حَديثَ الهَواء

I concealed what was in my heart, so it grew

Sighs that cover the talk of the air

وَدُموعٌ تَقولُ في الخَدِّ يا مَن

يَتَباكى كَذا يَكونُ البُكاء

And tears that say on the cheek, O you

Who cries like this, such would be weeping

لَيسَ لِلناسِ مَوضِعٌ في فُؤادي

زادَ فيهِ هَواكَ جَفني اِمتِلاء

People have no place in my heart

For it has filled, with love of you, to overflowing