السِّرُّ عِنْدِى حَبِيبٌ

السِّرُّ عِنْدِى حَبِيبٌ

أَضُمُّ صَدْرِي عَلَيْهِ

أَضُمُّ صَدْرِي عَلَيْهِ

The secret is a beloved to me.

My secret is a beloved

I clasp my breast around it.

Whom I hold close against my chest

وَغَيْرتي ليَ تَأْبى

وَغَيْرتي ليَ تَأْبى

وُصُولَ غَيْري إليهِ

وُصُولَ غَيْري إليهِ

And my jealousy, for my sake, forbids

My jealousy does not allow

anyone else from reaching it.

Another’s access but mine to rest