مَرَرْتُ بِالْعُشَّاقِ قَدْ كَبَّرُوا

مَرَرْتُ بِالْعُشَّاقِ قَدْ كَبَّرُوا

وَكَانَ بِالْقُرْبِ صَبِيُّ كَرِيمْ

وَكَانَ بِالْقُرْبِ صَبِيُّ كَرِيمْ

I passed by the lovers, who had proclaimed, “God is greatest!”

And nearby was a noble boy.

فَقُلْتُ مَا بَالُهُمُ قَالَ لِي

فَقُلْتُ مَا بَالُهُمُ قَالَ لِي

أُلْقِيَ لِلْحُبِّ كِتَابٌ كَريمْ

أُلْقِيَ لِلْحُبِّ كِتَابٌ كَريمْ

So I asked, “What is the matter with them?” He said to me:

“A noble letter has been delivered to love.”