كتم الهَوى جلدي فَلَيسَ بِذائع

سرّ الحَبيب لِناظرٍ وَلِسامِعِ

My restraint concealed my passion, so it was not spread

The secret of the beloved is not for the onlooker or listener

وَمُذ اِستَفاض الدَمع ذكر مَرابِعي

خاضَ العَواذل في حَديث مَدامِعي

And since my tears began to flow frequently

The censurers talked of my weeping

لَمّا جَرى كَالسَيل سُرعة سَيرِهِ

أَحبابا لا وَالَّذي سوّاكمُ

When it flowed like a torrent in its swift course

O beloved ones, by Him who formed you

ما صُنتُ دَمعي مائِلاً لِسِواكُمُ

لَكن جَرى فَتَحدّثوا بِجَفاكُمُ

I did not let my tears flow inclined towards anyone but you

But it flowed, so talk of your disdain

فَحبسته لِأَصون سرَّ هَواكُمُ

حَتّى يَخوضوا في حَديث غَيرِهِ

I held it back to guard the secret of my love for you

Until they talked of something other than it