كُتبُ الهوى مني إِليكَ ومنكَ لي

كُتبُ الهوى مني إِليكَ ومنكَ لي

تُرْجى ولكن ما لهنّ قِلاصُ

تُرْجى ولكن ما لهنّ قِلاصُ

Love’s letters, from me to you and from you to me,

Letters of love from me to you and from you to me

are hoped for, yet they have no young she-camels.

Are hoped for, but what hope do they have

فاحْسِنْ بيَ الظَّنَّ الذي أحسنتُهُ

فاحْسِنْ بيَ الظَّنَّ الذي أحسنتُهُ

بِكَ مانأتْ عن بعضِها الأشخاصُ

بِكَ مانأتْ عن بعضِها الأشخاصُ

So hold the good opinion of me that I have held

So think well of me as I have thought well

of you, so long as our persons remain far apart.

Of you, though some suspect otherwise

فلنحنُ نحنُ وإِنْ تطاوَلَ عهدُنا

فلنحنُ نحنُ وإِنْ تطاوَلَ عهدُنا

والحب حيث تشابكَ الإِخلاصُ

والحب حيث تشابكَ الإِخلاصُ

For we are still ourselves, though our time apart has grown long,

For we are still we, though long parted

and love is where sincere devotion intertwines.

And love remains where loyalty is intertwined