إِنّي لأَكتُمُ في الحَشا حُبّاً لَها

إِنّي لأَكتُمُ في الحَشا حُبّاً لَها

لَو كانَ أَصبَحَ فَوقَها لَأَظَلَّها

لَو كانَ أَصبَحَ فَوقَها لَأَظَلَّها

I indeed conceal within my breast a love for her;

I conceal in my heart a love for her

Were it above her in the morning, it would shade her.

If dawn rose above her, I would shade her

وَيَبيتُ بَينَ جَوانِحي وَجدٌ بِها

وَيَبيتُ بَينَ جَوانِحي وَجدٌ بِها

لَو باتَ تَحتَ فِراشِها لَأَقَلَّها

لَو باتَ تَحتَ فِراشِها لَأَقَلَّها

And longing for her spends the night between my ribs;

And yearning for her spends the night in my innermost being

Were it to spend the night beneath her bedding, it would lift her up.

If it slept beneath her bed, I would disturb it