نَفَسٌ يَحتَثُّهُ نَفَسُ

نَفَسٌ يَحتَثُّهُ نَفَسُ

وَدُموعٌ لَيسَ تَحتَبِسُ

وَدُموعٌ لَيسَ تَحتَبِسُ

A breath urged on by another,

A soul stirred by a soul,

And tears that are not held back,

And tears that do not hold back,

وَمَغانٍ لِلكَرى دُثُرٌ

وَمَغانٍ لِلكَرى دُثُرٌ

عُطُلٌ مِن عَهدِهِ دُرُسُ

عُطُلٌ مِن عَهدِهِ دُرُسُ

And sleep's ruined abodes,

Songs are a cloak for anguish,

Bare of its former presence, effaced,

Neglected since time immemorial.

شَهَرَت ما كُنتُ أَكتُمُهُ

شَهَرَت ما كُنتُ أَكتُمُهُ

ناطِقاتٌ بِالهَوى خُرُسُ

ناطِقاتٌ بِالهَوى خُرُسُ

Have revealed what I used to conceal—

What I used to conceal has become public,

Mute, yet speaking of love.

Mute women speak of passion.