يا كحيلَ الجفون

لا تجعل العتب ضيقَه

O kohl of the eyelids

Do not make reproach constricted

الهوى لَه فنون

وله معانٍ دقيقَه

Passion has its arts

And it has subtle meanings

خَلِّ عنك الظنون

واِسلك طَريقَ الحَقيقه

Rid yourself of suspicions

And take the path of truth

عاشقك لو يَخون

ما أعطاك قَلبه وثيقَه

If your lover betrays

He would not have given you his heart pledged

سرُّ حبَّك مَصون

ما سار غيرك طريقَه

The secret of your love protected

None but you has travelled its path

ها عيوني عيون

على خدودي دفيقَه

Oh my eyes, eyes

Flowing down my cheeks

كَم شجاً كم شجون

ماذا هوى ذي حريقَه

So many passions, so many sorrows

What has passion kindled to flames