دُموعُtears عَينيof my eye تَسبُقُoutpace الطَرفاthe glance
دُموعُ عَيني تَسبُقُ الطَرفا
أَجهَدُI strive أَنto تَخفىbe hidden فَماyet not تَخفىbe hidden
أَجهَدُ أَن تَخفى فَما تَخفى
The tears of my eye outpace my glance.
My teardrops outpace my glances
I strive to keep them hidden, yet they will not stay hidden.
I struggle to hide them but they won’t hide
وَكَيفَand how يَخفىbe hidden وَجدُyearning ذيone with صَبوَةٍpassionate love
وَكَيفَ يَخفى وَجدُ ذي صَبوَةٍ
لَمdid not يَترُكِleave الدَهرُtime لَهُfor him إِلفاa companion
لَم يَترُكِ الدَهرُ لَهُ إِلفا
And how can the yearning of one in love be hidden,
And why would they hide when passion dwells
when time has left him no companion?
In one whom time has left no respite