حَسبُenough for قَلبيmy heart ماwhat بِهِwithin it مِنof حُبِّهاlove for her
حَسبُ قَلبي ما بِهِ مِن حُبِّها
ضاقَgrew strained مِنfrom كِتمانِهِconcealing it حَتّىuntil عَلَنbecame manifest
ضاقَ مِن كِتمانِهِ حَتّى عَلَن
Enough for my heart is the love of her within it.
My heart is filled with love for her
It grew strained from concealing it, until it came to light.
It grew so full it could not help but show
لاdo not تَلُمblame فيهاover her وَحَسِّنand think well of حُبَّهاlove for her
لا تَلُم فيها وَحَسِّن حُبَّها
كُلُّall ماthat which قَرَّتwas gladdened بِهِby it العَينُthe eye حَسَنbeautiful
كُلُّ ما قَرَّت بِهِ العَينُ حَسَن
Do not blame me for her; think well of loving her.
Do not blame it, make her love grow
All that delights the eye is beautiful.
All that delights the eye is beautiful