لَيْتَ نَارِي تَظَلُّ فِيَّ كَمِينَهْ

تَحْتَوِينِي وَلاَ أَرَاكِ حَزِينَهْ

I wish my fire would lurk within me

Containing me, without seeing you saddened

وُلِدَ الحُبُّ فِي فُؤَادِي عَنِيفًا

فَاعْذُرِينِي إِذَا فَقَدْتُ السَّكِينَهْ

Love was born intensely in my heart

So forgive me if I lose my serenity

يَتَهَادَى بِمُهْجَتِي مِثْلَ مَوْجٍ

فَإِذَا ثَارَ كُنْتُ مِثْلَ السَّفِينَهْ

It sways in my mind like a wave

So when it rages I become like a ship

لاَ تَخَالِي أَرْجُوكِ لاَ لاَ تَخَالِي

لَكِ مِنِّي ذُرَيْرَةً مِنْ ضَغِينَهْ

Please do not pretend, please do not pretend

You have some spite against me

عَلِمَ اللهُ مَا اشْتَكَى القَلْبُ بُغْضًا

قَطَعَ اللهُ لَوْ شَكَوْتُ وَتِينَهْ !

God knows what the heart complained of hatred

God would have fulfilled if I had complained of a mulberry tree!

كُلُّ مَا فِيَّ أَنَّنِي فِي هُيَامِي

جَبَلٌ أَوْدَعَ المِيَاهَ حُزُونَهْ

All that is in me is that I am obsessed

A mountain that stored up sad waters

يَغْضَبُ الحُبُّ بَيْنَ جَنْبَيَّ حُبًّا

وَيُوَارِي تَحْتَ الجَفَاءِ حَنِينَهْ

Love gets angry between my ribs out of love

And hides its yearning beneath aloofness

وَيُغَنِّي عُصْفُورُ قَلْبِيَ لَحْنًا

وَهْوَ يُخْفِي مَعَ الغِنَاءِ أَنِينَهْ

And the bird of my heart sings a melody

While it hides the moaning with the singing

أَنَا نَارٌ كَمَا رَأَيْتِ وَنُورٌ

جَنَّةَ العِشْقِ خُضْتُهَا وَجُنُونَهْ !

I am fire as you saw, and light

I entered the paradise of love and its madness!

قَدَرِي أَنْ أُعَايِشَ الحُبَّ سِرًّا

لَذَّةُ الحُبِّ أَنْ يَظَلَّ دَفِينَهْ !

My fate is to live love secretly

The pleasure of love is for it to remain hidden!

أَتْرَعَ الوُدُّ خَافِقِي بِحَنَانٍ

ذَاقَ مَنْ لاَمَسَ الشِّغَافَ مَعِينَهْ

Affection fed my pulsating heart gently

Whoever touched the eyelids tasted a fountain

لِيَ مِنْهُ خَوَاطِرٌ مُورِقَاتٌ

وَكُنُوزٌ خَلْفَ الضُّلُوعِ ثَمِينَهْ !

It has to me bright ideas

And treasures behind the ribs, precious!

سَكَنَ الحُبُّ شَاعِرًا بَدَوِيًّا

فِي كِيَانِي وَبَثَّ فِييَّ شُجُونَهْ

Love resided in me, a bedouin poet

And instilled in me its sorrows

لَوْ بَنَى الحُبُّ فِي القُلُوبِ دِيَارًا

لَبَنَى لِي عَلَى فُؤَادِي مَدِينَهْ !!

If love built homes in hearts

It would have built for me in my heart a city!!