لِلعِشقِ سُكرٌ كَالمُدا

لِلعِشقِ سُكرٌ كَالمُدا

مِ إِذا تَمَكَّنَ في العُقولِ

مِ إِذا تَمَكَّنَ في العُقولِ

Love intoxicates like wine;

Love has an intoxication like wine

when it takes hold of minds,

When it takes hold of the mind

يَبقى اليَسيرُ مِنَ الكَثي

يَبقى اليَسيرُ مِنَ الكَثي

رِ فَكيفَ ظَنُّكَ بِالقَليلِ

رِ فَكيفَ ظَنُّكَ بِالقَليلِ

little remains of much—

What was plentiful becomes scarce

so what do you think becomes of little?

So imagine what happens to the little that remains