وَسائِلَةٍ عَن سِرِّ سَلمى رَدَدتُها

وَسائِلَةٍ عَن سِرِّ سَلمى رَدَدتُها

عَلى غَضبَةٍ في وَجهِها أَستَبينُها

عَلى غَضبَةٍ في وَجهِها أَستَبينُها

And a woman asking about Salma’s secret—I turned her away,

I turned away her questions about Salma's secret

with anger on her face that I could plainly discern.

Though I discerned anger on her face

وَلَو كانَ يَبدو ما تُجِنُّ جَوانِحي

وَلَو كانَ يَبدو ما تُجِنُّ جَوانِحي

لَبِئسَ إِذَنْ مِن آلِ فِهرٍ أَمينُها

لَبِئسَ إِذَنْ مِن آلِ فِهرٍ أَمينُها

And if what my ribs conceal were to be revealed,

If what my heart conceals were to appear

then I, of Fihr’s clan, would indeed be a wretched confidant of hers.

Then how unworthy I'd be of her noble clan