يَبكىweeps بِجهركَat your speaking openly مدنَفٌlovesick محزونُsorrowful
يَبكى بِجهركَ مدنَفٌ محزونُ
لمdid not يدرِknow حينَwhen صددتَyou turned away كيفَhow يكونُhe would be
لم يدرِ حينَ صددتَ كيفَ يكونُ
A lovesick, sorrowful man weeps at your speaking openly.
The sorrowful, downcast lover weeps loudly,
When you turned away, he did not know what would become of him.
Not knowing when you turned away how it would be.
سترَhe concealed الهوىlove وأسرَّand kept secret شدةَthe intensity of شوقهِhis longing
سترَ الهوى وأسرَّ شدةَ شوقهِ
فكلاهُماso both of them بينٌevident وذاكَand that مصونُguarded
فكلاهُما بينٌ وذاكَ مصونُ
He concealed his love and kept the intensity of his longing secret.
He concealed his passion and suppressed his intense yearning,
So both are evident, and that remains guarded.
Yet both were evident, though he kept them hidden.
لاdo not تخذليforsake عينيهhis two eyes ياO عبراتِهِhis tears
لا تخذلي عينيه يا عبراتِهِ
لمعينِfor the flowing spring of منthe one whom أهوىI love عليهِupon it عُيونُeyes
لمعينِ من أهوى عليهِ عُيونُ
Do not forsake his eyes, O tears of his.
Do not fail his eyes, O tears of his!
There are eyes upon the flowing spring of the one I love.
To the refuge of her he loves turn your gaze!
لمwhy لاnot تدورُcircle بكامنٍaround what is hidden فيin قلبهِhis heart
لم لا تدورُ بكامنٍ في قلبهِ
حَركاتُstirrings of شوقٍlonging ماno لهنَّfor them سُكونُrest
حَركاتُ شوقٍ ما لهنَّ سُكونُ
Why do they not circle around what lies hidden in his heart—
Why do there not churn in his heart
Stirrings of longing that never come to rest?
The stirrings of passion that know no repose?