سَبيلُ الهَوى وَعْرُ

سَبيلُ الهَوى وَعْرُ

وَبَرْدُ الهَوى حَرُّ

وَبَرْدُ الهَوى حَرُّ

The path of love is rugged.

The way of passion is rugged

And love's coolness is heat.

And the cold of passion burns

وسِرُّ الهَوى جَهْرُ

وسِرُّ الهَوى جَهْرُ

وَشَهْرُ الهَوى دَهْرُ

وَشَهْرُ الهَوى دَهْرُ

And love's secret is out in the open.

The secret of passion exposes

And a month of love is an age.

And the month of passion is eternal

وَبَرُّ الهَوى بَحْرُ

وَبَرُّ الهَوى بَحْرُ

ويومُ الهَوى شَهْرُ

ويومُ الهَوى شَهْرُ

And love's dry land is a sea.

The righteousness of passion is an ocean

And a day of love is a month.

And the day of passion lasts forever