إِنَّindeed ليI have فيin الهَوىlove لِساناًa tongue كَتُوماًsecret-keeping
إِنَّ لي في الهَوى لِساناً كَتُوماً
وَجَناناًand a heart يُخفيconceals حَريقَthe fire of جَواهits anguished longing
وَجَناناً يُخفي حَريقَ جَواه
Indeed, in love I have a tongue that guards its secrets,
Though love's fire still burns within my heart
And a heart that hides the fire of its anguished longing.
My lips on passion's name are ever mute
غَيرَbut أَنّيthat I أَخافُI fear دَمعيmy tears عَلَيهfor it
غَيرَ أَنّي أَخافُ دَمعي عَلَيه
سَتَراهُyou will see it يُفشيreveals الَّذيwhat سَتَراهthey both concealed it
سَتَراهُ يُفشي الَّذي سَتَراه
Yet I fear my tears will betray it:
Save for the tears that from my eyes still start
You will see them reveal what both have concealed.
Lest they reveal what I would keep from view