كَتَبتُI wrote إِلىto الحَبيبِthe beloved بِكَسرِby lowering عَينيmy eye
كَتَبتُ إِلى الحَبيبِ بِكَسرِ عَيني
كِتاباًa letter لَيسَnot يَقرَؤُهُreads it سِواهُanyone but him
كِتاباً لَيسَ يَقرَؤُهُ سِواهُ
I wrote to my beloved with a lowered glance,
I wrote to the beloved with the breaking of my eyes
a letter none but he could read.
A letter no one would read but him
فَأَخبَرَنيthen told me تَوَرُّدُthe rosy flush of وَجنَتَيهِhis two cheeks
فَأَخبَرَني تَوَرُّدُ وَجنَتَيهِ
وَكَسرُand the lowering of جُفونِهِhis eyelids أَنthat قَدalready قَراهُhe read it
وَكَسرُ جُفونِهِ أَن قَد قَراهُ
Then the rosy flush of his cheeks told me,
His blushing cheeks told me
and the lowering of his eyelids, that he had read it.
And his tearful eyes that he had read it