لَم يَخل ذا القَلب مِن غَرام

لَم يَخل ذا القَلب مِن غَرام

وَلَم يَكُن غَيرُهُ نَصيبي

وَلَم يَكُن غَيرُهُ نَصيبي

This heart has never been free of passion,

This heart has never been free of passion

and nothing else has been my lot.

And my fate has been no other

تَردهُ راحة التَصابي

تَردهُ راحة التَصابي

فَمِن جَبيب إِلى حَبيب

فَمِن جَبيب إِلى حَبيب

The hand of youthful dalliance turns it back,

It rejects the comfort of companionship

so from jabīb (unclear in the text) to a beloved.

So from one beloved to another